Being loved and accepted in the rooms has changed my feelings of being restless, irritable and discontent to a place where I feel happy, joyous and free. Today the person I have come to understand and love is me – I’m okay, I’m doing the very best I can, and I work to live a life of recovery every day, every minute. When my butt hits the floor, when my energy escapes me, when doubt eats away at my resolve – it is then that I reach out to my Higher Power in prayer, and my next action is to get to the rooms and hear the readings which usually begin “Rarely have we seen a person fail who has thoroughly followed our path. . .”  My serenity gets restored, my faith gets renewed, and my will to live a sober life is revived.  Love is the reward for practicing a life of recovery.