It has recently come to light that there is an addict in my inner circle.
She excels at her job. She drives a luxury vehicle. Her husband is a great guy and treats her like a queen. She’s an extrovert who’s always been the life of the party – I’ve known her since forever. She’s my foil, the mirror image of my personality. I often wish I had the balls she has.
She also shoots up with narcotics, and when that was in short supply, downing as much alcohol as she could. And has been doing so for quite some time.
It all came to a head when her narcotic source turned her in.
Currently, she is in a posh rehab facility and jobless. I was one of the last to know, as per usual. I’m not much for crying, but I got so emotional on the phone with her. I had to visit her.
I went to a counseling appointment with her. She’s the same sober – perhaps a bit more in touch with reality and not always complaining about how tired she was or napping (which now I can attribute to her in between doses). She was so good at hiding her addiction that her husband had no idea. She is learning how to stay sober and they are giving her the tools she needs to succeed in her sobriety once she leaves the comforts of rehab. I had a good visit with her and learned a lot by going to my first AA meeting at the facility. I was struck by the humanity.
It also hit me like a ton of bricks. Based on what I learned through her and the meetings, I strongly feel that there is another addict in my circle, one who’s behaviors mimic her’s – the drug is alcohol. There’s been some mild confrontation – a breakthrough here and there – but ultimately what I believe is an addiction. I shared these thoughts with my suspected addict and got silence. Next steps? Abstinence or counseling. Neither of which I believe they will go for – but in lieu of trying to change someone’s behavior, I have decided to change mine and leave the presence of this supposed addict when they’re on a “high.”
As someone who has never dealt with addiction, I am in uncharted territory, which happens to be underwater and I’m not a very good at keeping my eyes open while swimming.
Here’s to the salty water not stinging too much.
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