This morning I awoke early. I hadn't planned on waking up early, but rather my concoius heard a familiar voice I hadn't heard in a while. It was (what I believe to be) my friend's voice on the radio, not singing, but talking about her struggle with alcohol. Something I had noticed, but I didn't think anything more of it.

She told a story of her addiction and how AA had helped her overcome it before. Then she talks about a relapse. During this relapse is when I met her. After she stopped speaking to me, I had thought about how she acted in certain situations. Then I realized she was keeping a major secret from me, but I thought she might have had a child, not an alcohol addiction.

In her story she tells how she felt that in her relapse that there were only a few people she felt she could trust, and the others were there, "because they had the beer, or were cute." I admit, I should have been more outright about how I felt about her, and I know that is a type of violation of trust. I still wish she would have confided in me instead of hiding her past from me. Her secret was much worse than mine. I would have helped her get back on the road to recovery had I known she was in trouble.

Afterwards, I think about her physical health when we hung out, her back always hurt, she was queasy often, suffered major headaches. Her body was trying to reject the alcohol she was consuming, but her mind had to have it. I was seeing her very slowly die, and didn't realize it. I was blind to her pains, and ignorant of her problem.

She also talked about moving out of her parents house again, and getting a really good job that (I believe) suits her very well. I wish the best for her in her struggle and life. I'm glad to see this happy ending.

***At time of posting this essay, I have NOT confirmed that the person speaking on the radio was her. If I get some balls, I might call her parents' house to find out. This may or may not be the person I think it is.***