Entry for December 27, 2007
Harvey died today, my mothers 17 year old cat. Died in my arms. My mother was/is very sad and shaken up from it. Today I am able to feel sad for my mother, able to cry for her loss, and feel real emotions. I didn't have to make crass jokes to cover up my own sadness, nor did I have to drink to hide my uncomfortableness when my mother showed her emotions. Progress is made! I hit the Geneva meeting tonight. A fellow cult member divugled that he was having urges to use, we talked about relapse prevention. I am going to call him tomorrow. After the meeting some of us went to Bakers Square for pie. It never fails to amaze me how much closer I feel to the fellowship after those nights that I spend time with cult members just shooting the shit. I feel good, comfortable in my own skin today.
