closed starter for @anthearose content warning for drug / alcohol addictions.
it had been absolutely vital that maya find the closest support group in town as soon as she arrived. already, she could feel the burn in her throat, the desperate need for something to alter reality just a little. but the last thing she needed was to fall off the wagon, especially so soon after arriving in what she presumed would be her home for quite awhile.
after all, if she left again - she’d never have a chance at repairing what she’d damaged.
she’d had a group back home in new mexico, and her sponser was always available over the phone, but she needed something solid in town. the somerton community center was her answer, and she bundled up in coats she hadn’t worn since her years in new york as she sat in the bland community center room, a group of ten others sharing stories of their pain and hardships.
maya didn’t have a sad story. not really, at least, in her mind. she’d just ruined everything herself, because she was impulsive, because she was scared, because she couldn’t really see what wesley must have seen all those years ago. a future, a life, a plan.
she didn’t speak during the meeting - trying to asses who would be an enemy, who could rat her out before she got the chance to really divulge what her past few years had been like. but the one who’d been sitting next to her seemed kind enough, and maya felt a little relieved at having someone close in age to herself there with her. “i’m maya,” she introduced as the meeting broke for cookies and socializing. “i’m new to the area. i didn’t expect such an...intimate gathering for this. is it always this small?”
