Darrell knows desperation firsthand. He describes his first drink at age 15 as a spiritual experience—something he needed without realizing he needed it. Alcohol worked for him for about a year. The next several decades were full of fear and confusion. Eventually he made his way to MARR, coming to treatment here twice, and getting kicked out the second time. An avowed atheist, he finally got desperate enough to ask for help from a Higher Power, which he was able to find with the help of his cat.