…”Grace met us right there. It meets you right where it finds you, but it does not leave you where it found you. It moves you toward breath; moves you towards things being a little bit better: wow. Grace WD-40. Grace is water wings. Grace makes you shake your head with wonder, and laugh and cry.
I said to the doctor, “This is your lucky day. I just had 28 years clean and sober. I am your daughter’s new BFF.” Now the daughter is in rehab, but the big story is that the doctor is in a rehab program for the families of alcoholics, who tend to have TINY psychotic control issues. I said to him, “Get off this poor girl’s back. Your help is not helpful, except to help keep everyone sick. This is HER hero journey: you don’t get to run beside her with juice boxes, Chapstick, and your control freak ways. If your help was helpful, she would not be in jail.”
This had never occurred to the doctor, that he had a disease of Good Ideas for Other People.”
excerpt form Anne Lamot