You are so right.

In the community, the fellowship, of recovery from alcohol and drugs, isolation is one of the top problems.

We all struggle with our connection to others.

It seems to me that I’m perfectly happy, just fine, sitting here in my comfy chair, reading, and occasionally tapping out a few things.

The problem arises when I force myself to get up and go to a meeting.

I arrive at the Hut, and begin to perspire, anxious, being in a room full of people.

I have known all of them for two or three years. I’m not afraid of anyone there, but nevertheless, I’m anxious to the point of sweating, profusely.

I think, “I was a call girl, for Pete’s sake!” I met with strange men, after only a short phone conversation. What the heck is wrong with me? I’m constantly sorry for intruding, for bothering anyone…

Well, I’ve gotten “going”, again, in a response…

Thank you so much for this essay. I’m going to talk to my sponsor about this, and bring it up in the next meeting…

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