My name is Scooter and I am an addict. I celebrated 3.5 years on the 18th and that evening I found myself in a compromising situation. I have had a lot of things going on in my life as my plate overflows I look for that instant relief and here was the perfect opportunity. One drink not enough for anything just enough to kick myself is the a** for giving up my 3.5 for the chance of an escape. Its been 13 days and I can't seem to get rid of the voice in the back of my head that sez well you already gave it up whats one more time. I have lost all of my service positions which is scary for me, Service helps to hold me accountable and now I'm serviceless. I have a new respect for what I have. I never could understand what people meant by having a disease. Now I know. I am glad to be home I am glad it was just one. I am glad that I had my a** kicking machine with me or theres no telling where this would have led me to. For the last 13days I have been living just for today. Still waiting for the miracle. I know that they happen. I have experinced the love and unity in the rooms as I came back in with my head held in shame and did not receive anything but love and acceptance that comes from the rooms of NA. Thank you for saving my life.

With much love and respect,
Your fellow recovering addict,
Scooter D.