“Drunk has to have destination.” I never forget the first time I heard this sentence. It was Bento, a fat gentleman who sits beside me in AA’s room. He scared me in the early days of my recovery. I confess that I always thought he was giving the testimony to me, passing a sermon. But no. One day he told me at the time of the meeting, between one cracker and another, which was for himself. “The disease is sad and treacherous, Alice. I need to be firm with me.”
Inside an AA room, I hear many phrases repeatedly. And I like it, just as I love to know the variety of people who frequent the Brotherhood. They are of the most diverse ages. Bento must be about seventy years and is one of those gentlemen who appear to be very brave, but in fact the angry face is just a facade. He was the one who introduced me to the book “Living Sober” and all the tips that exist in it for those who start a treatment of alcoholism. AA has a vast literature and helps a lot.
This bid of destiny makes perfect sense. I always need routes. While drunk, she lived flanking. Sometimes I was going around and lost me on the way looking for drink. It is serious. Even if not consciously. If I was something my addiction would stick, I wouldn’t come back anymore. So I got lost in work deadlines, I was absent in marked meetings. He forgot everything when he found a drink. And the fate I refer to need not be physical. Staying home with nothing to do has always been a good space to get into the drink. My sister always said to me, “Routine and destinations, Alice. You need to know that today is Tuesday and not Saturday.” Read more (02/17/2025 – 10h02)
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