closed - @izzyrojas
Location - Local AA/NA meeting spot
Jo felt like an intruder walking into the building. She didn’t want to look inside or make eye contact with anyone. Who knew what faces she would recognize? What if someone here, struggling to keep their life together was someone she had served yesterday or last week, or someone she would see tomorrow? Though she knew, logically, that people’s addictions weren’t her fault, she couldn’t help the small sense of guilt that sat on her shoulders. It was obvious to her that a large part of that had to do with Angel. She’d never begrudged the woman’s unhealthy lifestyle, too familiar with it herself, but she hadn’t realized how precarious Angel’s outlook on life was. Jo felt irresponsible and stupid, so she had dragged herself here, not to get anything off her chest or change her own ways, but to collect a few pamphlets and get some information to maybe bring to Angel. Not right away, but maybe... eventually.
Raking a hand through her hair and biting at her lower lip as she thought, Jo perused the array of pamphlets on the table in front of her spanning all different addictions and treatments. “Where the fuck do you even start with this shit?” Jo muttered, sifting through and pulling anything that looked remotely helpful.















