There are two separate admissions in Step One. Two Truths. One comes before the dash, one after. And they can be realized in either order.
Step 1: we admitted we were powerless over alcohol – that our lives had become unmanageable.
Try it: print it, clip it and flip it around and see that it still applies: we admitted that our lives had become unmanageable – we were powerless over alcohol. For me, my brain was super messed-up and my life was already unmanageable long before I took my first drink.
Within seconds of taking that drink, however, I believed I had found the secret to living. Within the year I would be shown on multiple occasions that I was powerless over alcohol. It was the answer that became the problem, precisely because I was convinced it was the answer.
And it’s the same song either way: Pretend we flipped the order of my discoveries. That is to say: life was going 100% according to plan, until that first drink triggered an addiction that left me powerless over alcohol, making my life unmanageable. Either way, I still would have thought I’d found the secret to living. Within short order my ideal life would begin eroding. I was digging a hole for me to live in.
Maybe it’s all schematics. Getting all entangled in the old, pointless debates: the chicken and the egg, your-chocolate-my-peanut-butter-type stuff. Some come into this program by the front door, others through the kitchen window.
As long as there’s a table and someone’s at it, the rest is dressing.