This past weekend, I went out of town with some friends of mine in recovery. Two of them called me during the week last week to talk to me. They reminded me how I was isolating from the group, and how unhealthy that was. That I should not neglect my meetings and avoid people during these stressful times of mine. I decided to go. I made arrangements with my boss and my co-worker. I found someone to babysit my dog. Packed my clothes and left. I've been praying twice a day on my knees and constantly praying throughout my day. I'm doing the best I can right now. The hardest part is waiting for answers.