In early May, I attended a symposium in New York City put on by my friend [redacted] of [redacted]. On Saturday night of the conference, I sat among 500 other women in recovery, listening to a keynote speech by one of my first teachers and a woman in recovery, [redacted]. As I listened to her tell a room full of women— most of whom are in the earliest stages of recovery, most of whom are still on their knees—that we needed to remember humility, that three or four years in recovery is no time at all, that we still know nothing, that to heal we need to get over ourselves EVEN MORE, that we need to get more RIGHT-SIZED than we already are, to mind those egos of ours that are out-of-control and ever-scheming, that we needed to BE HUMBLE IN OUR RECOVERY: I had to do everything in my power not to stand up and scream my fucking face off.
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