addicts support group - first meeting
She'd never written any other than flight maneuvers on a chalkboard before. She'd certainly never written anything about anyone’s damn feelings, that'd been somebody else's job, but when Kara’s fingers loosened around the chalk, there it was.
I admit that I am powerless over my addiction.
The first admission in a long line of admissions yet to come, and though Kara'd already made it to the people coming tonight, she couldn't look at it for long. She focused instead on pulling the chairs into a circle, tugging each until it was equidistant from its brother on the other side, and when people at last began filing into the room, Kara took one for herself.
It helped that when she looked up, some of the faces she saw were at least as nervous as her own. "Okay," she said, too many years in a pilot's ready room forcing her voice loud until she softened it. "Okay. I'm not going to drag this out. My name is Kara Thrace, and I’m an addict. If you're here, it's because you either know somebody who's addicted, or because you are. So addicts, this is step one." She pointed towards the words she'd written.
"'I admit that I am powerless over my addiction.'" Kara breathed in and let her hand fall. " I don't know what all of yours are, and you don't have to say if you don't want to tonight, but I'm going to tell you mine. It's alcohol. The point of tonight's meeting, and all the ones after, are to - " To not be alone. Just the fact that it'd become less touchy, feely bullshit to Kara's mind and more a necessity was reason enough to swallow the smirk that might have come otherwise. "Is to not be by ourselves in this. So to start, I'm going to tell you about my problem, and when I'm done, if you want, you can tell me and everybody else here the same. Okay? We're all friends here tonight."
Kara put a hand beneath her and tugged her chair further forward, forcing her eyes to meet all of theirs before she began to speak.
[ooc: please see this post in slated for details. ST/LT welcome]
I admit that I am powerless over my addiction.
The first admission in a long line of admissions yet to come, and though Kara'd already made it to the people coming tonight, she couldn't look at it for long. She focused instead on pulling the chairs into a circle, tugging each until it was equidistant from its brother on the other side, and when people at last began filing into the room, Kara took one for herself.
It helped that when she looked up, some of the faces she saw were at least as nervous as her own. "Okay," she said, too many years in a pilot's ready room forcing her voice loud until she softened it. "Okay. I'm not going to drag this out. My name is Kara Thrace, and I’m an addict. If you're here, it's because you either know somebody who's addicted, or because you are. So addicts, this is step one." She pointed towards the words she'd written.
"'I admit that I am powerless over my addiction.'" Kara breathed in and let her hand fall. " I don't know what all of yours are, and you don't have to say if you don't want to tonight, but I'm going to tell you mine. It's alcohol. The point of tonight's meeting, and all the ones after, are to - " To not be alone. Just the fact that it'd become less touchy, feely bullshit to Kara's mind and more a necessity was reason enough to swallow the smirk that might have come otherwise. "Is to not be by ourselves in this. So to start, I'm going to tell you about my problem, and when I'm done, if you want, you can tell me and everybody else here the same. Okay? We're all friends here tonight."
Kara put a hand beneath her and tugged her chair further forward, forcing her eyes to meet all of theirs before she began to speak.
[ooc: please see this post in slated for details. ST/LT welcome]