Support groups…

After a thoroughly humbling and exhilarating 4-year anniversary in AA, I came home watched two episodes of ‘Buffy’ with a heavy heart. It seems that my role as sometime caregiver to my aging mother is beginning to take its toll. I told all the folks at the meeting that I would be reaching out to other support groups for help, and I will.

It only took about 20 minutes on-line to fine the info that I need. I now have contact numbers, and a partial list of scheduled meetings all within 30 minutes of home. I will make some of them part of my week.

I need help.

I need to know that I am not alone.

I need to cry and speak to someone who really understands how frustrated, angry, and terrified I have become.

If there is one thing I have learned in AA it is to ask for help.

Thank HP for keeping me sober today.


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Johnnyboy is a queer recovering alcoholic. For the moment he is also the primary caregiver for his mother, who suffers from age-related cognitive impairment. She is happy as a lark and is surrounded by a crew of sober women which gives him the freedom he needs to get out of town. When he is not at home in Somewheresville, he is searching out the proper path to travel for happiness and joy. He is a photographer who believes in the digital age, but feels that film is still where its at. He has a darkroom and works in it. He is single and is in remarkably great physical condition for all the damage he has submitted his body to. His cardiologist is very happy. Johnnyboy is over the age of 35.

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