Addiction and dreams

It was Tuesday morning when Ben arrived at the Centre as normal and found him sleeping across two chairs at the dining room table. He woke, his eyes were bloodshot and exhausted, and there was a deep sadness in them. As he told Ben about the night he had just had both of their hearts were heavy. His addiction had caused him to become secretive, to lie and to make bad decisions. Decisions that led him to another night on …

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Erika

It was late, the air was beginning to cool whilst the sky faded into a dark indigo as we walked down fifth street and there she was, huddled into an almost unidentifiable bundle at the side of the road, Erika. She came to life when we approached and gave us all a warm greeting. I knelt to kiss her cheek and I distinctly remember her voice as she said ‘Hello, nice to meet you,’ in slow, uncertain English. I can …

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