Then it was my turn. If I’d been an opening-circle kind of person, my story would have gone something like this: I have been sober for fifteen months. I’m awake and responsible and on time. I am a blank slate. I thought I would know who I am by now, what I like, what I can do. I thought I would be more Useful. I thought I would have passions. Skills. I came here to fall in love with something Useful so I can feel as if I belong on this earth.
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