While I was sitting in the waiting area at my city's drug & alcohol service, a woman walked over and sat down on a chair beside me. She was probably in her mid 30's, but she looked much older. Very thin, with sunken eyes, missing teeth, bad skin, and a bald head - she had shaved off all her hair. She asked "how long have you been struggling with P?" She immediately knew that I was a meth-head just by looking at me, which I guess isn't difficult for a fellow addict. "Years" I replied briefly, not really wanting to get into a conversation. "Oh I'm sorry hun, I know how difficult it is. I entered the service when I was about your age and I'm still struggling myself..." she said. Then suddenly her name was called, and she stood up, smiled at me, and walked through to the meeting rooms with her counsellor. It was quite a sobering moment. I remember thinking how that could be me in another 10 years! ![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
