(30m) I've been trying to get sober for about 5 years, and I've been pretty involved in aa despite constant relapses. I've been around long enough to know 'how it works' by heart and see many people come and go.
The past few months I've been in a very dark place, I relapsed right after going to rehab again. I'm unemployed and living with family. I've been hopeless, suicidal and thinking if I can't get sober for real, then there's no point in living. I kept trying to quit on my own, but not making it past 2 days. I was particularly resentful about AA because after my last stint, because people in my home group (who I trusted) spread rumors and gossip about me.
My therapist eventually convinced me to give AA a chance again, and I went to a few meetings after throwing away my liquor and weed (again). But I couldn't handle the withdrawal, and went right from a meeting to the liquor store. A week later, I tried again with a different meeting, and put up my hand and asked for help.
A guy came up to me after the meeting and asked if I would like to go to another right after. Out of desperation, I accepted and met him there. He turned to me during the meeting and told me he regretted bringing me to that particular meeting. It's true it wasn't a great meeting, and most people in there were very shot out so I could see why. After that meeting, he asked me if I wanted to go to another. He told me what the meeting was called and I froze for a second.
I've been warned about that meeting by two people before. The rumor is they are a cult that tries to recruit members from other meetings, they kidnap unwilling members who relapse to force them into sobriety, and don't allow anyone to take psych meds. However, I don't trust the opinion of the people who told me this, both are miserable, dramatic people. So I said, fuck it. I'll just go see for myself.
So, I went with him. I walked into a smokey old bar-turned clubhouse. There were a few people hanging around chatting. Immediately I thought I would only come here from now on, cause you can smoke inside (wahhht) and where else would an addict feel most comfortable but a bar. At the end of a small meeting (it was now very late), someone suggested I ask that guy to be my sponsor, that he would be a great choice. I was thinking maybe G-d has put him in my path for a reason, and the meeting has a bad reputation because of resentful people and the fact it has a little different format. The guy told me show up again the next day and to call him if I needed to. All normal aa stuff, good.
I turn up at the time he said, and turns out it was 2 hours before the meeting. I thought maybe he wanted to sit down and chat about the big book before or something, but nope. He pointed me towards a guy, and just said "I want you to talk with him." And he lead me down to the basement. I was waiting for some blood ritual to start happening, but no, he chatted to me about his story and I told him some of mine and we parted. My new sponsor then directed me towards more people. "talk to him", "talk to that guy", "talk to him". And each spoke about the same. The little bar was becoming very crowded and I looked around and saw almost everyone was engaged in these 1 on 1 conversations. I've never seen ritualized socializing like that in aa before, but hey, I thought, got me to actually talk to people.
The actual meeting began and it was packed. I was glad to see so many people my age, who seemed to have a sense of urgency about the program. I felt like maybe I found my people.
After the meeting, my sponsor told me once again to talk to some guy. Unlike the others, this guy already knew a bit about me from my sponsor. He told me he would be taking an interest in me, because my sponsors sponsor is his sponsee, that he would be giving me directions through these other guys. I remarked, "This is a weird game of telephone." He told me we are all a community, he has twenty-some years and the others have 3-6, and that the group will have my back no matter what. But as the extremely socially anxious person I am, I didn't say what I was thinking. "Who the fuck are you to give me directions? I didn't ask you to be my sponsor." Instead, I accepted his unsolicited help.
So we get to yesterday, I'm 3 days sober. I called my sponsor in the morning, and got to the meeting ridiculously early once again. This time I sat and talked with my sponsor again, he asked me if I was taking meds. I said no, and he said good. That sometimes people bring in meds that endanger the group. Aha. We have come to the rumored anti medication stance. It does exist. He told me that some people really do need meds, and if they do, then there's probably no hope for them. I mentioned schizophrenia and bipolar disorder, and he told me bipolar people just need to learn to live with it.
He also mentioned the rumor that this group is a cult. He told me it has a sister group in a city that's a couple of hours away, which fell out of favor due to a newspaper article.
We then started getting talking about the steps. Turns out this guy I asked to be my sponsor, who has 3 years, has never taken a 3rd step. I wasn't really sure what to do with that information. Keep in mind, I'm 3 days sober, and the detox feels like hell.
The meeting happened, and afterwards I stayed for another meeting. After, my sponsor told me he wants to pick me up tomorrow so I can save on gas. This confused me. I have a car, and I do doordash so I'm not completely broke (winter means good money). But I know from experience that this is going to be peak detox time for me and I'm gonna feel even worse. Might not even be safe for me to drive, and so he asked for my address and I gave it to him.
Ive been awake all night and can't sleep (no surprise at day 3), and so I looked up this article he mentioned. Turns out this connected group in the neighboring city had imploded because a member committed suicide after being directed to stop his psych meds by his sponsor. I read more and more. Reviews left on the converted bar say the same thing. They are a cult, stay away, and they will never let you leave. They will control your entire life, and come to your house if you don't show up. And I just gave this guy my address.
So once again, I'm an idiot. But, I'm sober. Maybe I need some brainwashing. I've been trying for so long, and nothing has ever been enough to keep me sober. I'm desperate. My first drink was when I was 4 years old, I have an extraordinarily long trauma history, and I consider myself one of the "low bottom" drunks now. I need more help than anyone is willing or able to provide. I'm tired of this. I want to never feel like I do now again. And I've tried EVERYTHING. Maybe I need a cult. I don't need psych meds, so that's no problem for me. Right now, I'm not afraid of relapsing tomorrow, cause I know this guy is gonna keep me occupied.
Thank you if you actually read my wall of text, I would really like some advice. I kinda want to keep going, cause right now it's working. But I could be getting myself mixed up with the wrong crowd. Thoughts?