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“We admitted we were powerless over alcohol—that our lives had become unmanageable” You knew you needed to get sober. Everyone was disgusted with you, and you were disgusted with your own behavior. Still smarting from the last time you parked your car on the neighbor’s lawn, you swore you wouldn’t drink like that again. So, you go to a meeting and hear about the Twelve Steps. Still sweating alcohol through your pores, Step One flies by in a blur, “Yes, that’s me! I’m an alcoholic!” Easy peasy. You go to meetings and say, “Hi, I’m so and so, an alcoholic.” You believe you NAILED that one. Check! On to the other steps.