This is the only thread on the blog that will be moderated for hassling and bickering, because it serves as a sort of welcome mat for new people, who are interested in reading other people’s stories, and who would like to post their own stories. Of course, this thread is open for wide-ranging discussions, but, if you want to brawl, and don’t know where else to go, you can choose another thread — any other thread — or go pick a fight in the Neverending Thread.
One common theme I have seen with former AAs is that there is often a moment of clarity when they finally agree with that voice in their head that something was amiss, and that the program that they had signed up for – a quit drinking fellowship – was indeed much more. Sometimes it is a single incident, like the actions of a sponsor, or something said by another member that was particularly absurd, that gave their head a shake. With others, it was simply the totality of it all, and they knew that if they were subjected to one more aphorism, or one more trite slogan, they felt like their heads might explode.
What was your moment? When did you finally have enough? Was it a particular event, or was it a process. I would be interested to hear from those who have left AA. A reverse drunkalog, if you will. What caused you leave, and what difference has it made for you.
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