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.

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…

Notes from Down Under: Meetings, Storytellers, Fellowship, and Sobriety

Notes from Down Under: Meetings, Storytellers, Fellowship, and Sobriety

My transition to atheism came over a long period of time and started at around seventeen years sober. I had the industrial strength Irish Catholic God of fear beaten into me as a kid. So initially, I had to learn how to unwind all of that and was advised to…

Trolls, Bergens and Cravings

Trolls, Bergens and Cravings

I ended up at the cinema the other day. My wife and I went with our two sons of four and five, and watched Trolls. Those without young children would have had no reason to watch such a film, so I’ll provide an overview of the story. The trolls…

Listening

Listening

Many of us are familiar with the events that brought AA’s two founders together for the first time. On May 11th of 1935 Bill found himself pacing back and forth in the lobby of the Mayflower Hotel in Akron, OH. At one end of the lobby was a bar…

Don’t Fix It If It Ain’t Broke

Don’t Fix It If It Ain’t Broke

I agree, it ain’t broke. What I think instead is that it was never whole in the first place. So can we please fix it now? I’m just going to look at one issue. There’s too much to try and tackle it all at once. Let’s…

Consigned To A Life Unexpected

Consigned To A Life Unexpected

I’d taken my last drink January 30, 1989, and had just been released from a detox stint at a local hospital. This wasn’t my first visit to AA; I’d made several other starts without much success, but it was the only place I found people like me…

Me, My Mom, and Our Friend Natalie

Me, My Mom, and Our Friend Natalie

I turned fifty-nine last summer, the same age that my mother was when she died, thirty-six years ago. I don’t have the number of years sober under my belt as she did when she died (fourteen), but I am working on it…