The twelve month stint in rehab had come to an end. Time for Laura to come home and integrate back into society.
Laura had reached for rehab, reached for help when her life had spiralled out of control. She had served her time. Laura had reformed.
I was so excited to bring her home.
Married Daughter with the two baby boys and I went to collect Laura. Collect our precious gift: A recovered Laura.
Husband and I had discussed with Laura her need to return to work, her year out was coming to an end. We understood this concept: hard work equalled a good life. We considered it to be paramount for her recovery to be invested in her career.
I walked into the sitting room of the rehabilitation house with my welcome party in tow. My heart skipped a lighter beat in comparison to the drum it played on my first visit here. Laura jumped off the settee to greet us.
There were presents, hugs and kisses for her from other residents, from care workers, from the finance man. Laura is popular and I was not surprised to see this send off. I was happy. But I will never forget the finance guy telling Laura, ‘Remember, don’t go back to work too soon. Make sure you’re ready and that you can handle the pressure.’
What tosh! The sooner Laura went back to work the better, the whole family agreed. But then we were not experts in the journey of recovering alcoholics. We still had a lot to learn.
Out of the building we bounced, thank you very much rehab, and goodbye forever.
How misguided was I?
addictchild 