I went to a young person's funeral.
He was 24.
He had a job. He spent money on shoes for work. It might not seem like much, but that was a sign he saw a future. He hadnt been able to see that in a long time.
He was attending meetings.
No more disappearing for months at a time. No more jail, half way houses, or group homes. He was living with his mother again. It was working so well.
He looked good. He gained 20 pounds and was learning how to work out, lift weights.
Recovering never becomes recovered. It is was always there, talking to him. One more time, he thought.