The first thing I saw as I walked in were the posters. A bunch of them were hanging on the walls and said pretty much the same thing. Value your life, you are not alone in this, drugs and alcohol ruin lives etc. They think that having them there will make a difference. It won't and it doesn't. The woman at the reception desk looked like she didn't want to be here even more than me. " Group therapy?" I said it like a question, not wanting to talk to the woman any more than necessary. She just pointed to her eifht, without even moving her head to look at me, and I was kinda thankful for it. I was about to walk into a room full of people that are gonna stare at me until the moment I walk out and I didn't want any more on the list. I mouthed a near silent " thank you" and started walking again. I took my phone out of my jacket pocket to check the time - 17:05. " Great..." I said to myself. My first therapy and I'm already late. I got to the end of the hall and stopped barely two meters from the door. I steeled myself, put my hand on the knob and turned. As soon as I entered the room, ten pairs of eyes were on me. " I'm sorry I'm late." I said in the nicest way I could, willing my lips into forming an apologetic smile as I bowed down. " Oh there's no need to apologize, we were just starting. Here, take a seat." said a small man, rising from the circle of people to move closer to me to show me where to sit. Without taking my hat off, I sat down and watched the man sit opposite me, at the other side of the circle. Now that I really looked at him, I saw that he was young. Eighteen, nineteen tops. But