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formerlysiryn) wrote2015-08-15 10:58 pm
formerlysiryn) wrote2015-08-15 10:58 pm
[For TJ]
The nights always vary, some easier than others. Sometimes she speaks, sometimes she sits in the back and listens. As long as she'd been going to AA meetings, Terry never once underestimated how much good they did her. Even when things were going well she always tried to get herself to a meeting once or twice a month. A reminder, for when temptation came knocking.
The meetings were therapy in a way; sometimes it's easier to speak to a room full of semi-strangers once a week than it is to her own father or friends. She doesn't doubt that she has a support system, but...well, here she is: another weekly meeting, another night spent outside the community center doors as she decompresses and gives herself a few minutes to leave the emotional highs inside. She hadn't spoken this time, only mentioned that she would be getting her six year chip soon, and she hadn't realized how much she misses having a chip. She knows how long she's been sober down to the hour, but sometimes having the tangible reminder of that helps more than her own memories.
It isn't so cold out that she needs the hot coffee, but she feels better standing outside with something to sip on, nodding and smiling at other familiar faces mingling outside the doors.
The meetings were therapy in a way; sometimes it's easier to speak to a room full of semi-strangers once a week than it is to her own father or friends. She doesn't doubt that she has a support system, but...well, here she is: another weekly meeting, another night spent outside the community center doors as she decompresses and gives herself a few minutes to leave the emotional highs inside. She hadn't spoken this time, only mentioned that she would be getting her six year chip soon, and she hadn't realized how much she misses having a chip. She knows how long she's been sober down to the hour, but sometimes having the tangible reminder of that helps more than her own memories.
It isn't so cold out that she needs the hot coffee, but she feels better standing outside with something to sip on, nodding and smiling at other familiar faces mingling outside the doors.