July 30, 2019
Sometimes the reason I’m at a meeting is as blatantly obvious as a neon sign on the moon. Tonight three members relapsed, and a member lost her partner to an overdose. She was in my group and she was destroyed. For me, I no longer saw her, but I saw Jordan. I saw my Mom. They were devastated and questioning why through a torrent of tears.
I cried for her and the pain, anger and grief she must feel.
I cried for her partner, a life snuffed out because his pain was too much to bear. I cried for my mom and Jordan because that could be me.
But if this woman can stand strong in the face of a devastating loss, so too can I.
It was a stark and painful reminder of what awaits on the other side of recovery if I am not viligent.
Good night my friends.
Somewhere someone is hurting so much they see no hope.
Be that hope.
