We Know You're High
An encounter with a still suffering addict
Being super high on Meth is a whole lot of fun until you find yourself in a convenience store full of people and realize you're the only one spinning.
I went to the store down the street just now to get some milk. There was a very skinny and very twacked out woman in front of the line. She looked about 60 but with Meth you never know she could be like 20. Seriously.
Anyway I knew every thought that was going through her mind as she thought them. I'm not psychic just another alien like her only in recovery. She was shaking visibly and looking back and forth. Eyes darting everywhere, to me then at the clerk, then another guy in line, then back at me. Freaking out trying to figure out if we could tell she was high or not. I almost wanted to just tell her. "We know."
You should have seen the looks of disgust on the faces of everyone else in there. I had the same look on my face too. But I wasn't looking at her I was looking at them. They don't have a clue what it's like to be a still suffering addict.
I wanted to tell her there was another way. But that would have freaked her out even more. I honestly believe that a 12 step must be invited. Still I wanted to reach out and hug her and tell her anyway. I wanted to slap the other people there for the way THEY were acting.
I prayed for her though. All the way home.