The Twelve Step Warrior

I had spent most of my young life searching, searching for a meaning to my existence; the problem was I was searching in the wrong place. My search was conducted on the very edge of society amongst fellow outcasts, all of them looking for answers, all of them making the same mistake, all looking in the wrong place. I wasn t going to find a life worth living amongst the thieves, fighters, gamblers and one time somebodys that propped up the bars of the worst drinking holes I now attended...
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I had spent most of my young life searching, searching for a meaning to my existence; the problem was I was searching in the wrong place. My search was conducted on the very edge of society amongst fellow outcasts, all of them looking for answers, all of them making the same mistake, all looking in the wrong place. I wasn t going to find a life worth living amongst the thieves, fighters, gamblers and one time somebodys that propped up the bars of the worst drinking holes I now attended on a nightly basis. The people that I was mixing with then had already given up on their search and I too had fallen into their fold. My existence had become a beggar s search for the next hit of alcohol. I didn t really care who bought it for me but, I needed it, I craved it, it consumed me. All my thoughts, even when I had achieved my goal and was standing looking longingly into a full glass my mind was on where the next drink would come from. I was at the jumping off point and had to find a way out of this dark existence. This is the story of how I found my way out of that darkness and into the light.