Sober House Quarantine Confidential
this is not my sober house I live in a women's sober house. It's a beautiful property, with horses, goats, a hog named Grandpa, a few cats and a litter of kittens. There are a lot of us here. The women are, for the most part, wonderful people who are supportive of each other's efforts to get and stay clean and sober. But you see that picture up there? It's definitely not that. I was fortunate enough to come in well before the current quarantine directives were put into place. I have an outside network of strong women that I can call upon when the going gets tough, or even when it's going pretty smoothly. But I can't go to outside meetings, and I really can't socialize with my people. And although I am, by nature, a recluse - I was honestly happy when they closed my outpatient program and went to video visits- I miss that personal contact more than I thought I would. In fact, I relapsed a short while into it, double-dosing my Neurontin one day just to see ho...