great post! in 93 i entered a
long term
rehab. sent my kids to my sister's house half way across the country. she's a saint. it was a work therapy house. we did all the cooking, cleaning, maintenance, grew veggies. all the counselors were recovering addicts. we all had to take care of our legal messes, dept of motor vehicles stuff. some, myself included, went to see psychologist for the really deep seeded ugly stuff that was out of the realm of knowledge of the couselors.