Chapter 15: Just a Paperweight
Friday Evening
Meeda woke from a short nap, took a moment to bring herself back into the here and now, and then, set about searching through the small plaid valise for her meds. Who knew it had so many pockets and spaces. She found the small orange container with the white plastic cap wedged down at the bottom under a pair of thick woolen socks.
She walked into the bathroom, filled a glass of tap water—surely from a mountain stream—and downed two Xanax.
Her mind drifted and she thought about the other patients. Truth be told, there wasn’t a lot she knew about them, other than what they’d shared in group. Some were open and forthcoming, while others, like Sarah, seemed unwilling to share much other than she wasn’t Sarah but a victim of identity theft, and
