"myself" in the Big Book

I fancied myself a leader, for had not the men of my battery given me a special token of appreciation?

In no time I was beating on the bar asking myself how it happened.

As the whisky rose to my head I told myself I would manage better next time, but I might as well get good and drunk then.

Should I kill myself?

Again I swayed dizzily before an open window, or the medicine cabinet where there was poison, cursing myself for a weakling.

Understanding myself now, I fared forth in high hope.

I, who had thought so well of myself and my abilities, of my capacity to surmount obstacles, was cornered at last.

I had always believed in a Power greater than myself.

For myself, I had adopted those parts which seemed convenient and not too difficult; the rest I disregarded.

Like myself, he had admitted complete defeat.

It was only a matter of being willing to believe in a Power greater than myself.

worldly clamors, mostly those within myself.

There I humbly offered myself to God, as I then understood Him, to do with me as He would.

I placed myself unreservedly under His care and direction.

I admitted for the first time that of myself I was nothing; that without Him I was lost.

Never was I to pray for myself, except as my requests bore on my usefulness to others.

They grinned, which I didn’t like so much, and then asked me if I thought myself alcoholic and if I were really licked this time.

This process snuffed out the last flicker of conviction that I could do the job myself.

“Do I now believe, or am I even willing to believe, that there is a Power greater than myself?’’ As soon as a man can say that he does believe, or is willing to believe, we emphatically assure him that he is on his way.

Many of us said to our Maker, as we understood Him: “God, I offer myself to Thee—to build with me and to do with me as Thou wilt.

What irony—I became an alcoholic myself!