Back To Earth
After nearly two weeks of being super positive and completely optimistic, I think I got my first heavy dose of reality tonight. My friend Ariel is leaving the program, against medical advice.
I had the wind knocked out of me when I heard. She started a day after me and I’ve grown to really see her as a friend and a steady source of support. It just sucks.
I wish I could say she’s the only one, but she’s not. Terry will also be leaving this week, against medical advice.
I’m struggling to separate my concern for them from my own recovery and not let it get in the way of my progress.
A little emotional meltdown on my couch and a phone call with Carmen have helped to get my mind back where it needs to be, but fuck, this sucks.