No tissues.
Even I as a first timer know there should be tissues. I have decided that I will become the bringer of the tissues and that's why I have to keep going back. (That and everyone said that to me simultaneously at the end of the meeting. "Keep coming back!")
It was good. And fast. I kind of wished it were a longer meeting. An hour of personal trauma testimony on a Saturday morning just isn't enough. I didn't talk. Though if they had gotten to me, I would have. However, I declined to participate in the show of hands section because I knew as a first timer they most certainly would have chosen me and that felt pretentious for some reason. Still, there was a woman who told almost my exact story, and just hearing her talk made me feel a lot better. Maybe I can now face that voicemail Mom left yesterday.
But first I'm going to brunch.
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