1 Apr 2007
I've been spending every minute I'm allowed visiting Rochelle at the treatment program. She hates it there, hates Narcotics Anonymous meetings she has to go to, hates groups where she has to talk about her addiction and her feelings and all. That's not really R's thing--she'd rather not talk about stuff, and just get into her music and smoke some weed and whatever. I feel really sorry for her, but I'm really glad she's there too, because I don't know what else might save her life--I sure hope they can. They only have 30 days to get through to her, and it hasn't happened yet.
I broke down and went to an Al-Anon meeting, because like everybody kept telling me to--not only my therapist (who wasn't harrassing me about it but suggested it twice) but now the people at the treatment program too. Janet's going, so I went with her. It was pretty freaky. They like chant prayers together and hold hands and say these catch phrases all the time, and read out of some book, and talk about "God." I'm not into God--it was kind of like being in church, or more like a cult, like I thought. I don't get why Rochelle almost explodes her brain with crystal and I have to stand around with a bunch of strangers chanting prayers together! Yech! I had a hard time not just leaving, but Janet and I came in the same car. She and I talked about it after, and she said she felt the same way I do in the beginning, but if she ignores all the stuff in the beginning and at the end of the meeting, she's starting to get alot out of the part in between. She said she thought I should keep trying it. I hate to admit it, but it really helps to go with her.
Plern's waiting for me in bed, and I feel like I haven't spent much time with her since this whole R thing, so I'd better go. She's playing mouse-under-the-covers with Penny--it's so cute!