Last year, during a business trip, I spent most of my time high. From the moment I woke up, through dinners with clients, working through projects with my coworkers, to getting high to fall asleep. I thought it was funny. Some of my co-workers found it hilarious as I always was a high-functioning addict and I got stuff done, often exceeding expectations. I couldn't blame them. They couldn't see behind the mask that, deep inside, I was ashamed and miserable. "Great job!" could no longer justify how much I hated myself. I had already "replaced" alcohol with certain drugs so I knew I had to get sober, because the other alternative was to use harder drugs.
Two co-workers who didn't really have an addiction or problem with alcohol joined me in the sobriety journey the week or two after I started. They knew it was healthier for them, but they mostly wanted to support me.
Now, the three of us are almost a year in, and the three of us have learned very different but important lessons on what caring for ourselves can look like. I'm grateful for those who didn't just wish me luck letting me go at it alone. It made a huge difference.
If any of you feel like they're walking alone, reach out. Many of us will be happy to walk next to you 
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Enrique. Thank you for sharing. Other's successes are very inspiring to me. Great to hear for you and your supportive co workers.
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