One of the most inspirational experiences of my life was to once be allowed (with a friend who was a member) into a closed meeting of the AA. It was a very large and very packed meeting, and for a couple of hours or so, I heard AA member after AA member recount their life's experience.
The stories they each told about their lives, their experiences, the horrendous shit they had gone through, and the devastating damage done by alcohol, and also in a great many cases by drugs, was truly tragic. And it certainly put the little problems in my life into perspective. I found it hugely inspirational for me to deal with my little problems in life, as I heard them recalling the battles which they had fought, and the mountains which they had climbed.
I found the whole experience very humbling. And I also felt very privileged that they allowed me to have an insight into their struggles with their personal demons.
Of course for alcoholics there is never a 'final victory', it is a daily battle which they must constantly fight – which is why they always start off with : "my name is so-and-so and it's days/weeks/months/years since my last drink". So they will of course sometimes fcukup, and have to pick themselves up, and then once again, walk down that difficult road.
I found it all very impressive, and it certainly helped me understand a whole lot better what being an alcoholic actually means. And it's surprising just how little I knew about alcoholism, not least because my father was an alcoholic. An alcoholic who's life was seriously fcuked up by alcohol – although he did manage to eventually mostly regain control. In his case btw, I'm fairly sure that alcohol was used to blot out some very nasty experiences, in a very nasty war.