This time last year I realized something. I was condemning myself for not doing all the things I thought I was suppose to do to stay sober. I wasn’t reading sober literature. I wasn’t attending meetings. I wasn’t sponsoring other alcoholics. And then it happened— while I no longer feared losing my sobriety, I feared what I was taught in AA, that I would lose the life I had worked so hard to create. I began feeling not good enough. I felt like I was failing. Not measuring up. Not checking off all those boxes. Was I a sober fraud?