The spinning is out of control and I know it would help to get to the nearest Twelve Step meeting—any kind. “It’s all the same,” Richard said on my first day at the Ledge, and by now I understand what he meant. But instead of looking up meetings, I scroll through my phone to find the number of a Lebanese med student I met at a a coffee shop last week. I overheard him speaking in Arabic over the phone, which led to a conversation and him giving me his number. I send him a message: Any plans tonight?
