When I sobered up in 1977, there was no such thing as dual diagnosis. Depression was dismissed as a “sincere form of self-pity.” … Once, during my first year, I was speaking in a meeting in the basement of the Alano Club, trying to work out something about my self-image, and Don, who enjoyed putting people in their places, stood up and said, “Self-image, schmelf-image! You’re an ALCOHOLIC!”
Read MoreMy name is Terry. I'm an alcoholic. My sobriety date is April 22nd, 1995. I'll give you a little bit of a background on where I came from and what it was like, and then share some recovery tools that have really impacted my life and made me become the person I am today.
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