My self-analysis has frequently been faulty .
Sometimes I’ve failed to share my defects with the right people; at other times, I’ve confessed their defects, rather than my own; and still other times, my confession of defects has been more in the nature of loud complaints about my circumstances and my problems.
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When A.A. suggests a fearless moral inventory, it must seem to every newcomer that more is being asked of him than he he can do. Every time he tries to look within himself, Pride says, “You need not pass this way,” and Fear says, “You dare not look!”
But pride and fear of this sort turn out to be bogymen, nothing else. Once we have a complete willingness to take inventory, and exert ourselves to do the job thoroughly, a wonderful light falls upon this foggy scene. As we persist, a brandnew kind of confidence is born, and the sense of relief at finally facing ourselves is indescribable.
2. TWELVE AND TWELVE, PP. 49-50