I was her, standing up to meet and encourage my client, making sure we got a prescription refill, thoughts of what was next in my day planner on my mind. And then I watched as she, me, carefully helped this seemingly helpless person navigate the steps to the parking lot.
That was me. And this is me.
I texted Ryan and I said, "I'm watching case managers wait with their clients. I was them before. Now I'm on the other side of this, how did that happen? I guess we're all always on both sides."
That's just it. We are both the one in need of help and the one helping, all of us. It's just that most of the time, we're leaning far too heavily on one side of that or the other.
This all still feels really strange for me, after all, I've been the helper my entire life.
Today my friend Maggie wrote her truth. In her very own Maggie Dammit way, she poured her heart and soul into the keyboard despite her nerves and fears. Of course I recognized myself in every sentence, because that's just how it is for Maggie and I, even before we both admitted we are powerless over alcohol.
The day I wrote my truth we started talking on the phone. Hours have passed over telephone lines and we are in this recovery thing together, to the day, what a comfort. It just happened that way, as all good things do, in a surprising kind of magical way.
So even if our words met months ago right here online, the depth to our friendship is something new, just in time. This friendship is not only a life vest, it is the icing to the messy cake of my sobriety. I love you, Maggie. We will do this. I am helping you and you are helping me with a balance both our hearts have been seeking. Thank you.