“It finally beat us into a state of reasonableness.” Page 48 — Until…

“It finally beat us into a state of reasonableness.” Page 48 — Until I had enough pain, I would not surrender to the absolute certainty that I was a real alcoholic. I held reservations and allowed my delusional self-centered thinking to believe my problems were not sufficient to necessitate the profound changes required by honest and thorough recovery. I practiced half-hearted half-measures and the result was that my thinking stayed the same as my life continued to plummet. In time, the pain was sufficient to prompt me to change for there was some small part of me that preferred life to an early demise. Hope replaced misery as I surrendered.

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