Even though it had only been a week, Randy had found some peace at Alpine. Short glimmering moments of hope that offered a glimpse into what his life could feel like sober. He hadn't been truly sober for so long.
It hurts, it stings, it wounds, it cripples. Sobriety does. It doesn't seem worth it, at times. It would be so much easier to go home. But he knew he must stay, at least for the thirty day requirement. Deep down he knew it may very well require more time.
The issues that he would be forced to admit and face here, with these people, wouldn't be easy.
The very thought of speaking his feelings aloud to open ears was terrifying. Would those ears be receptive, accepting and non-judgmental?
His experiences had taught him otherwise.
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