Just a memory

So back when I first met my caseworker, I was faced down in the grass drunk out of my mind and people were stopping to see if I needed help.
Like cars were stopping and I’m humiliated by it when I think about it.
But she reminded me of that scene when we were sitting in her car talking
I told her I’m really scared to relapse.
I’m still really scared.
Those terrible moments are still not enough