Another Hope Entirely

Someone friended me on Facebook tonight. I couldn’t for the life of me remember who she was, but we had three mutual friends, all people I knew from the 2 years I spent at a treatment center. So I approved her friend request even though I had no memory of her.

Then she posted on my timeline–along the lines of, “Hey, how are?” I gave a nondescript answer at first and then went to scour her page to see if I could figure out who on earth she was. Her pictures didn’t even look familiar.

Finally I texted B and asked him who the hell this person was. (B and I met at this program.) Apparently, she was my first nursing care coordinator (NCC). I met with her every day for months and saw her several times a week once she wasn’t my NCC anymore. This was only five years…