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Thank you for being a valued member of the Dream Center for Recovery community! As an Alumni of Dream Center we want to make sure to keep in touch and let you know about the fun and exciting events going on at Dream Center for Recovery!

This month we won’t be having an Alumni meeting due to the holidays. We hope you have a safe & sober holiday season with your loved ones!

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Step of the Month: Step One



First Step Prayer
Dear Lord, Help me to see and admit that I am powerless over my alcoholism.
Help me to understand how my alcoholism has led to unmanageability in my life.
Help me this day to understand the true meaning of powerlessness.
Remove from me all denial of my alcoholism.

One of Our Client’s Shares Their Experience with Step One:

Step One:  We admitted we were powerless over alcohol- and that our lives had become unmanageable.

Arriving at step one meant I had been beaten by my addiction.  Bruce Springsteen says it best in his song “Streets of Philadelphia”. “I was bruised and battered; I couldn’t tell what I felt.  I was unrecognizable to myself. I saw my reflection in a window and didn’t know my own face.  Oh brother are you going to leave me wasting’ away, on the streets of Philadelphia.  I walked the avenue, ’till my legs felt like stone, I heard the voices of friends, vanished and gone, at night I could hear the blood in my veins, and it was just as black and whispering as the rain.”

When I think about my lowest moments, I think of this song, and it reminds me of those feelings of powerlessness and unmanageability. Those same feelings that motivate me to take ACTION; make the necessary changes so I would never feel those things again and not know how to face them, without the use of drugs and alcohol.  When I think of those low moments, associating them with music makes the memories a little more powerful.  It helps remind me of why I never want to go back.  Songs just seem to help all feelings to resonate.  

Personally, it was easy to admit my life was more than unmanageable.  Showers became an occasion to celebrate, food was obsolete, drugs and alcohol provided my only “nourishment”.  At the time, they were my only form of nourishment, or at least that’s how I viewed my habits.  I needed them to survive, and without it I truly thought the sickness made me think I was depriving my body and brain- malnourishing it (I suppose).  Step one, my life unmanageable, easy, that was a given.  For many, admitting powerlessness is a little less challenging because it’s hard for people to admit that their master, drugs/alcohol, doomed their manner in which they were existing.  And a mere existing was what I was doing. Living, on the other hand, alcoholics and addicts don’t know what that word even means till they get clean and sober.  Powerlessness was a little more strenuous for me.  

To be completely frank, my first time around trying to get sober, naivety and my disease tricked me into thinking alcohol was not my drug of choice, dope was. Therefore, how could I be powerless over something that wasn’t on the top of my hierarchy of most frequently used drugs since I hardly ever drank? Unfortunately, trial and error allowed me to finally concede to the fact that alcohol and any mood or mind altering substance will unleash the beast from the cage.  I am a true addict and alcoholic, and when it comes to any drug or drink, my appetite is insatiable.  No matter what the title of the drug, they all affect my brain’s hardwire in the same way.  My brain may release different chemicals but the damage to my spiritual condition, all remains the same.  

With that being said, I had finally accepted I was completely powerless over all drugs, most definitely including alcohol.  But, it doesn’t stop there.  Step one also meant I was powerless in general.  Not just drugs and alcohol, but everything.  It meant that I needed to have faith, faith in something greater than myself. Faith that there was a purpose to my pain, a plan for my life, and without my struggle, I would have never known my true strength.  Step one was the first step towards building my relationship with my higher power (which I call God). Step one also made me realize I survived those things which should have killed me; meaning there must be a greater purpose for me in this world.  I just needed to have faith, and where faith begins, worry ends.  To say step one was just an admittance of powerlessness and unmanageability, is not the totality.  Step one was the first step of self-awareness and even more importantly, the first step towards finding what it means to have faith.

– Cassandra L.