Nothing is more powerful than our personal stories. Here you will find the experience, strength and hope shared by the agnostic, atheist and freethinker in Alcoholics Anonymous.

Addiction and Yoga

Addiction and Yoga

My wife and I did our first date at a yoga class. It was a great idea I guess because we eventually got married. Doing a class five minutes after we met was a wonderful way to meet. We did not have to rely on each others, “verbal interface.” We…

To Thine Own Self Be True

To Thine Own Self Be True

This is my favorite slogan in AA. It barely gets mentioned in the meetings I attend, but it’s on every coin I receive for another milestone of sobriety of AA. It’s a quote by William Shakespeare from “Hamlet.” I find this quote beautiful and a very accurate description…

A Journey from Traditional to Secular AA

A Journey from Traditional to Secular AA

In the early 1970s, I was married, living in Michigan, and pregnant. I had a secret, I was gay. I couldn’t sleep because I didn’t know what to do. My obstetrician prescribed one to two drinks before bedtime. So this began my process of using alcohol to cope…

Recovery At Work

Recovery At Work

Like many alcoholics, I spent decades changing my goals to match my behavior.  Getting fired from a job took me past the tipping point, where I could no longer deny that I didn’t need to do anything about my problems.  I say “problems” rather than just “problem,” because I…

Incoming!

Incoming!

Not only are there lots of atheists with decades of sobriety in AA, there have always been atheists in foxholes…

Jimmy from Ramsgate and my Brush with the Joys of Recovery

Jimmy from Ramsgate and my Brush with the Joys of Recovery

In my early AA days, I encountered two very distinct and opposing styles of sobriety. One, represented by Jimmy, was practical, with alcoholics sharing their story in a general way to describe what they used to be like, what happened, and what they are like now. Alcoholics could identify with…

A New Birth

A New Birth

My name is Kim and I am an alcoholic. I am a mother, a daughter, a sister, and a girlfriend, but first and foremost I am an alcoholic. Within these past few months I have   felt a strong desire to share my story — the before, the during, and the after…

Here is One of Many Solutions

Here is One of Many Solutions

Although a Brit, I got sober in Kyiv, Ukraine, in March, 2006. Fifteen years of abusing benzos, booze, marijuana – and, in my younger days, LSD – had left me with hallucinations, delusions, paranoia, insomnia, and out-of-body experiences. Panicked, I decided to leave my wife, fly back to the UK…

Recovery Is Possible

Recovery Is Possible

We had fun, we played pranks, we were young and carefree. Every once in a while, we would say, “Maybe we should take a break,” and we would. Then we’d start drinking again a month later, having proven ourselves able to control our drinking…

Random Notes on Images Collected in Recovery

Random Notes on Images Collected in Recovery

As my 34th year of being clean and sober comes to a close in a year of deep divisions, consternation, and chaos in the world, I’ve been trying to make sense of what I can do. The way I see it, my responsibility is to first acknowledge injustice such…

Yes Raymond Carver, Some Days are Gravy

Yes Raymond Carver, Some Days are Gravy

Raymond Carver published short stories and poetry in the 1970s and 80s. He is well-known for his minimalist writing style and is considered one of the most influential American writers of the latter half of the 20th century. I was introduced to him in my mid-twenties by my…

Early Shaky Days

Early Shaky Days

What was it that kept me sober in those early shaky days of sobriety? It was in the early 1990’s in Sydney Australia when I found myself sitting in a meeting of Alcoholics Anonymous. I was incredibly frightened but I was so desperate to change my life that I…

Faith from Within

Faith from Within

Until I started AA, I never gave religion much thought. I suppose I leaned towards non-belief in a god or a higher power simply because the concept of worshiping, praying to, or thinking that an invisible friend had a personal interest in my well-being sounded silly. It did…

Waking Up: Recovering My Loving Heart

Waking Up: Recovering My Loving Heart

My earliest memory is from when I was six or seven years old. I don’t remember anything before then. I walked into my kitchen with fear flooding and pulsating through my entire body, and my heart pounding loudly against my chest. My mother was sweeping up glass and the…

Reflections at One Year by Martha M. and DYSfunction, by Chloe D.

Reflections at One Year by Martha M. and DYSfunction, by Chloe D.

Our first feature today is Martha M.’s reflection on her one-year anniversary.  Our second feature is a poem by Chloe D. who is an Al-Anon member and subscriber to the website.  We are learning that more Al-Anon folks are following us who appreciate our secular focus…

Can Anger Be An Addiction?

Can Anger Be An Addiction?

The recovery road is hard and long but one we choose to travel. We practice acceptance as a virtue to heal our pain, letting go of our addiction to anger…

About Being Here

About Being Here

Sometimes when Jane and I are waking up together, as I lie there snuggling up to her warm body, still halfway in a dream state, my mind will go places I otherwise don’t usually have access to. One of these mornings about three years ago, it was before my…

Alcoholism Plus Religion Almost Destroyed My Family, by Simone | AA From An Atheist’s Perspective, by Ash J.

Alcoholism Plus Religion Almost Destroyed My Family, by Simone | AA From An Atheist’s Perspective, by Ash J.

This week, instead of publishing a single story, we are presenting two brief stories. In the first story, Alcoholism Plus Religion Almost Destroyed My Family, Simone writes about the challenges her family faced when her sister was first getting treatment for alcoholism, and in AA From An Atheist’s Perspective…

Communion Wine and Mud

Communion Wine and Mud

When I came into AA I was not sure I was an alcoholic in full-standing. Unlike most of the other members I heard speak, I had not drunk every day and had never drunk myself into a blackout. Plus. I was a man of the cloth with extensive religious…

Letting Go

Letting Go

I had six months of sobriety, or more accurately abstinence, when my oldest son turned 21. He had been looking forward to this milestone for one main reason—he could discard the fake ID’s he’d used to get into local bars around school. He had planned a big…