My sponsor and his wife celebrated 29 years of sobriety this
month. We went out to dinner at Azteca to
celebrate with a group of fellow trudgers.
It was nice.
A young woman we know was homeless for months until she knocked on our
door 16 days ago at 10 PM asking for help.
I don’t know if she was high or her brain was fried, she told an
incoherent story with a lack of time continuity much like how a family member
with schizophrenia talks.
She promised to work hard on her recovery and stay clean. She had not seen her toddle since CPS took
him two months ago. She saw him twice
in the last 8 days. She left last night
to “go to a meeting”, came home in the wee hours and left a note that she was
going for a walk and we have not seen her in 30 hours. I just kicked her out by text since she is
not here and does not answer the phone I setup for her.
My roommate left her eleven year old son for a life of active addiction. He is 25 and in prison for the first time. The young woman gave up her year old son for
a life of addiction. This is going to
negatively impact people for generations to come. A sad and tragic situation.
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