David Foster Wallace talks extensively about Alcoholics Anonymous and recovery in that book, and it draws on his own experience with AA in Boston.
There was one quote that’s stuck with me since I finished the book, and it’s one that AA members use all the time:
Poor me, Poor me, Pour me another drink.
Self-pity gets you nowhere. I am not giving up something enjoyable. I am not embarking on a permanent Lent, denying myself pleasure in pursuit of some higher purpose. I am stopping a dangerous act, one that will kill me if I don’t stop. One that killed my grandfather. I have nothing to feel bad about.
I just need to remember that.