When she first checked into Women’s Rehab, she hated it there. She thought she was surrounded by a bunch of losers, a bunch of crazy people who were not like her at all. Sure, she drank a little, and maybe sometimes it got a little out of hand. But, she was by no means an alcoholic, and she was nothing like the kind of person who had to come to a center and get help. She didn’t think she needed anything at all. She held down a job. She took care of her kids. To anyone looking at her life from the outside, she was doing a fairly decent job of keeping everything in balance, keeping all the balls in the air. If she needed a few drinks during the day to help her cope with it all, why shouldn’t she indulge? Others had much worse problems. There was no need to get all dramatic and do an intervention, as her husband had done. And, then to send her to this place? It was nothing less than a crime. Well, that was what she’d felt in the beginning. She now realized that she’d been in denial, that things had been getting worse, and that she was able to control her drinking less and less. When she got to know the other women at the center, she’d even made a few friends. Sure, some of the people there were pretty messed up, but others seemed to be a lot like her. They’d somehow just gotten in a little deeper than they’d intended when it came to drinking. And when she came to this place, and she’d had a chance to just take a deep breath and distance herself from some of the things that had been bothering her. She’d found that she was learning how to cope with things in healthier ways.
