Chapter 9
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Dewey knew that his old friend Sydney was an alcoholic, and helped her to find an AA meeting in Woodsboro. While in this church basement Sydney recognized David, he was one of the sheriff's deputies. David had been sober for almost 20 years, he talked of doing some bad things back when he was drinking. He didn't go into details, it wasn't the first time she had seen another alcoholic who couldn't bring themselves to talk of their misdeeds, even among their fellow alcoholics. But it seemed that since he became sober David had found God and tried to be a better person. Sydney doubted that she could ever get 20 years sobriety, one day at a time was all she could do.
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Sydney: Hello, my name is Sydney, and I'm an alcoholic.
Everyone: Hello Sydney.
Sydney: I've been sober for two days now. This is not the first time I've tried to stop drinking, it's either the seventh or eigth time. I'm not sure, which should tell you something about me. I went through some bad stuff, 2 years ago, maybe I could have gotten through that, but it kept happenning again. For better or worse, I've always survived, and always drank. I tried to be a resposible drunk, always used a designated driver, more recently I've become an expert on drunk dialing for Uber. I thought I'd overcome my trauma, even wrote a book to help others through their own trauma, but I still struggle. Yesterday a girl came up to me, said that my book probably saved her life. It just made me feel like a fraud. She thought I had all the answers, I couldn't bring myself to tell her that I will always want a drink, that I still think about suicide every day. Right now the only thing that keeps me from doing either of those things is that I'm needed. For better or worse, I may be the best person to keep more people from dying. So for now, I'll try to stay sober and alive.