I Memorized the Big Book Like a Chemistry Formula and Couldn’t Tell You What It Meant — Becky

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Becky shares her story at a Gratitude Day event in Brandon, Florida, having traveled from South Georgia to carry the message. She grew up in a small town with a loving family and no alcohol in the home, but carried deep feelings of insecurity and not measuring up from childhood. She developed fierce willpower and stubbornness, excelling academically as valedictorian, yet nothing ever filled the emptiness inside. She went to Atlanta for nursing school, where she met her future husband, had her first drink of beer, her first hard liquor, and her first blackout drunk — during which, ironically, an AA speaker visited her class and she was too hungover to remember a word of it.

She married, had three children, and spent roughly fifteen years as what she believed was a social drinker. Her husband traveled five days a week, leaving her alone with the kids, the house, and a growing pile of resentments. She began drinking more, then discovered pills could mask the smell of alcohol at work. Her middle daughter became the family lookout, caught between parents — her husband saying "watch your mother" and Becky threatening the child not to tell. She tried geographic cures, going back to work, and marriage counseling, but nothing stuck because she refused to look at herself as the problem.

An intervention by her husband, doctor, and two friends finally broke through when her husband said she would have to leave the home. Treatment introduced her to the first three steps and cracked open a relationship with Higher Power she had walled off since childhood. She describes the night she looked out a window over the city skyline and simply said "Higher Power, help me, I can't do it" — and for the first time, the prayer left the room. After treatment she climbed the fifteen steps to her AA meeting in Sylvester, Georgia, got a sponsor, and began the slow work of recovery.

In sobriety she lost her husband and her father within eight months of each other, but the fellowship carried her through grief she could never have faced alone. Her youngest daughter, who had written from treatment telling Becky she never wanted to see her again, now seeks her out and asks her opinion. Becky closes by reading lyrics to a popular song — "You are my strength when I was weak, you are my voice when I couldn't speak" — dedicating it to the people of AA who loved her until she could love herself.

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