No God, no peace. Know God, know peace.
My name is Nydia and I am an alcoholic. Thank you for the opportunity to chair.
I found myself thinking today – 10 years to the day I last picked up a drink – only when I stay close to my Higher Power do I find serenity. Like a true alky though, I do tend to wander 🙂 If I expect/ depend upon people, places and things to fill that hole in the donut, there’s no God, and no peace. Only when I turn to my HP to find that inner calm. A place of sanctuary. Below I have placed a few words from Bill W. He says it better than I do 🙂
Taken from the article ‘The Next Frontier: Emotional Sobriety’ by Bill Wilson (January 1958)
“I asked myself, “Why can’t the Twelve Steps work to release me from this unbearable depression?” By the hour, I stared at the St. Francis Prayer: “It is better to comfort than to be comforted.”
Suddenly I realized what the matter was. My basic flaw had always been dependence – almost absolute dependence – on people or circumstances to supply me with prestige, security, and the like. Failing to get these things according to my perfectionist dreams and specifications, I had fought for them. And when defeat came, so did my depression.
There wasn’t a chance of making the outgoing love of St. Francis a workable and joyous way of life until these fatal and almost absolute dependencies were cut away.”
I look forward to hearing your experience, strength and hope.