When we first come to Gamblers Anonymous, the most common variety of self-pity begins: "Poor me! Why can't I just gamble now and then, like everybody else? Why me?" Such bemoaning, if allowed to persist, is a surefire invitation for a long walk off a short pier-right back to the mess we were in before we came to GA. When we stick around this Program for a while, we discover that it's not just "me" at all; we become involved with people, from all walks of life, who are in exactly the same boat.

Am I losing interest in my comfortably familiar "pity pot"?

Today I Pray … When self-pity has me droopy and inert, may I look up, look around, and perk up. Self-pity, God wills, vanishes in the light of other people's shared troubles. May I always wish for friends honest enough to confront me if they see me digging my way back down into my old pity pit.

Today I Will Remember … Turn self-involvement into involvement.

A Day at a Time ⁠⁠⁠https://amzn.to/3EOjuiH⁠⁠⁠

G.A. A New Beginning ⁠⁠⁠https://amzn.to/3E9YgPC⁠⁠