I cry a little at every meeting. and I don't cry anywhere else, hardly. We had a teen newcomer today; my, she was MAD. I sure hope she comes back, because she's already made that critical first step to getting help for herself and her younger siblings.
One lady cried through the whole meeting today; she didn't speak. It happens. Someone hands you a tissue, or pats you on the back, and everyone waits until you're done talking. Some people are better at marshaling their thoughts or expressing them. I spoke up today to say 'I'm in the middle of some real existential cr*p right now, and only because I'm not dealing directly with the drama anymore.' Everyone else seemed coherent and stuff.
- Sylvie