Look what the Cat dragged in 🐈

Imagine waking up one morning with a queasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.  One of your best friends finds out her fate today– a decision that could potentially impact the rest of her life and will most definitely affect things for the immediate future.  Despite her repeated assurances she never follows up with you after the fact.  Her mother is vague and tight lipped when you ask where she is; however, she guarantees you her daughter is in a safe place.  Powerless and discouraged you ask her to relay your unconditional love and support, and to relay your phone and postal information.  Days passed.  They become weeks.  You never stop caring, stop wondering, but a sense of resignation causes the inquiries to become few and far between.  Was your friend not receiving your messages?  What if she’s desperately wanted to get in touch but was unable to do so?  Surely her mom wouldn’t keep her in the dark about your desire to communicate.  But why would she not contact you?  Weeks turned into months.

 

….until two days ago.

Upon realizing it was Cat sending me a message on Facebook, I gasped aloud.  She eagerly filled me in on her journey– two months at summer camp, four months at CAAPS [the one on Lamar], and another four months at my beloved Alma Mater, Grace House.  That’s ten months for those mathematically challenged.  Best of all she was clean & sober and had been the entire time!

Fast forward to this afternoon.  Allen and I picked her up and we went to Memphis Pizza Cafe.  I laid eyes on my bestie for the first time in almost a year!  We were blown away by how amazing she looked.  She gained weight [extra pounds that signify health as opposed to fat], had color in her cheeks, and her overall look was clean and polished.  Cliché as it sounds, she looked like a new woman.  And the smile that barely left her face was genuine….radiating inner peace and contentment.  Furthermore, the fact that she’s a Gracette brings a new dimension to our bond.  Graduating their program [not an easy feat] literally saved my life.  Not only did I learn about myself, my addiction, and my mind– I encountered the most incredible, inspiring group of women I’ve ever had the privilege of meeting.  I met them as friends and left with sisters.  Now she understands the experience and can reap the benefits.  I could not be happier for the progress she’s made.  Her evolution inspires me.  #ghmafia

Considering we first crossed paths a few years ago in an NA meeting, I look forward to once again entering the rooms of recovery with her.  I feel like angels will blow their trumpets when I introduce her to Sarah….what a trio the three of us will be.  There is no doubt in my mind they’ll fall quickly for each other as friends.  And I have a front row seat to watch them get to know each other!  How lucky I am to have two of my best friends living locally and demonstrating by example the benefits of recovery.  Cat, I love you and am so beyond proud of you.

 

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

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About Cocktails With Hemingway

I'm blunt and opinionated. Virtually everything I say or do is a contradiction but I'm not a hypocrite. I never hesitate to speak my mind and never fail to leave an impression wherever I go. You love me, you hate me, but you'll never forget me.
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