There is a journey,A sad taleNot many dare know,Of heartache,The suicide of a soul. Forgotten, toss aside,Abandoned,Frightened and alone,Felt only to roam,No place to be,No place to call Home. Reluctantly steppingThrough a digital placeIt is there Soul findsThat resting place.Hope, honesty,These we share,We know Soul,We See you,We care. Hands reach out.Hearts that knowSadness, longing,Soul no longer alone.Keep coming back!Soul, you …

The first thing I ever identified with in the Big Book was the chapter “We Agnostics” (Alcoholics Anonymous, 4th ed., pp. 44–57). I loved everything about it and still do. I love that the title says “We.” I love how the chapter is compassionate and understanding and does not talk down to anyone. When I first read it, I felt …