A text can be superficial or have depth. Music can be superficial or have depth.
Ego-originated unhappiness is not deep. It is like pseudo-language that does not constitute a text. It is like sounds that do not constitute music. It has neither shallowness nor depth, because it is neither text nor music. It is nothing. It is spurious word salad. It is not in the category of things that have depth, weight, substance, materiality, or other characteristics of real things.
Any approach to AA that suggests that the unhappy narratives have any depth to them is getting off on the wrong foot. There's no such thing as a deep dive, deep inventory, peeling layers of onions, and so on. That such activities take place is uncontested, but what is the nature of such activities? They're non-operations performed on non-things. They're the little children's tea party with tiny plastic cups, with no tea in the teapot, and no cake on the plate.
What inventory reveals is that the narratives are literally nothing. They are nonsense verse (without the charm, wit, or invention), contemporary classical music constructed out of sampled sounds of the world, they are modern art consisting in collations of everyday objects with a specious narrative pinned to the wall.
As a sponsor, as soon as I 'see' someone else's 'darkness', I've fallen for the illusion, and I cease to be able to help them.
The job is not to help people battle their demons but to help them laugh at the notion that there are demons.
Someone needs to be ready for this: if they are not, they will respond to the proposition with incredulity, offence, and rage.