For two years, I had been attending Al-Anon and Nar-Anon meetings, specifically groups within those categories that offer support and help to those affected by someone else’s addiction. At most meetings, I was the only Jewish person present. I was there because recently, the novel I wrote about being the Jewish daughter of a heroin addict caused me to revisit repressed childhood traumas that were still haunting me.
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