“At the end of my partying days, there was no party. It was only me sitting alone - drinking by myself, trying to feel better. Trying to recapture the hilarity and the shine of days gone by. My life was sheer drudgery. There seemed to be no escape from my hopeless existence and feelings.”
Being miserable is something one carries in the soul before it is made apparent in the spirit.
— Lamine Pearlheart
As we became subjects of King Alcohol, shivering denizens of his mad realm, the chilling vapor that is loneliness settled down. It thickened, ever becoming blacker.
— Page 151 Alcoholics Anonymous
