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Janice - Recovery Circle Facilitator

4/2/2020

 
by Kate Willette

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I want to see things change, especially for the people that went before us and they never got it. My family never got it. They never got it.

When Janice talks about her life, a sort of portrait emerges. It’s a landscape of wide, rough territory with masses of dark clouds and a figure in the foreground: Janice, steady and upright. She’s a self-reliant, self-educated woman whose sharp mind has seen her through and allowed her to prosper--even to forge a kind of truce with the world. She didn’t grow up with support from the usual places, because the people she might have depended on for nurturance often just didn’t have it to give.

Years of struggle and turbulence in her family ended violently and abruptly in 2004, when Janice’s older brother--a Vietnam veteran--was finally overwhelmed by the mental health challenges that had tormented him for decades. He took three lives, including his own.

My brother never got better; none of the programs worked for him--he was never going to get better. I mean, he needed years to be somewhere, just to unwind himself. He was not a bad person--he kept trying to get back up, but the help that was offered at the time never felt real to him. A human can only take so much, and then they will break.

In the last months before his catastrophic break, Janice had stepped away from her brother, her parents, and her own role in what had become an unbearably distorted family dynamic.

I did walk away about six months before it all happened, telling them that I would not participate anymore. We all had to get help. We were all very, very sick.  

Moving past a single, shattering trauma takes one sort of courage; surviving years of dysfunction demands another. Living past both requires reserves of spirit most of us never have to summon.

But there was more. Everywhere Janice turned after the crisis, she faced accusations and recriminations. Why hadn’t she been there? Why hadn’t she stopped it? At work, at church, even in her extended family, there was neither sympathy nor support.  Instead she was judged and blamed, and it didn’t help that some part of her already felt guilty. What followed was a long, bitter alienation.

I withdrew for, wow, fifteen years. Went into that private world and just analyzed--and I came out to get some help, and got a little bit of analysis and read a lot of books and just kept reading and trying to figure it all out. How did this go so long and my life go so wrong? None of this was really meant to be.

By the time she arrived in Port Townsend at the end of that long withdrawal, Janice had no time for self-delusion. She confronted, with her usual courage, the question of who exactly she wanted to be now, in this final season of her life.

I’ve got another decade or so, and I want to find some kind of work that I’m going to really be passionate about--what do I want to do? I really had to spend a couple years thinking about it. Where would I use my life experiences--that would, in some way, help people?

Then an article printed in the Port Townsend paper, The Leader, caught her eye. The Dove House (a respected local nonprofit focused on domestic violence) was sponsoring an ambitious new project called the Recovery Café. It was January, 2019.

From that brief newspaper article, the people of Port Townsend, including Janice, first learned of plans to build and staff a sort of community center for people on the margins. It would be “a place to be safe and sober, and to grow as a human being. It’s not treatment, and it’s not a self-help meeting, like a 12-step recovery group. It is its own type of recovery community organization.”

That was pretty intriguing language, but there was a problem. Janice, the figure alone on that landscape, was cautious. Like many people who have battled their way almost single-handedly to social and psychological equilibrium, she didn’t find it natural to just up and trust others. Systems could fail. Did fail. People you trusted could let you down. She knew what it felt like to be burned, and what it had taken to find a little peace.

And so it makes sense that when Janice approached the idea of becoming involved with the Café, she came with her arms folded, wanting to be willing, but suspicious. She signed up for the recovery coach class, and it was a revelation.

Two days in, and I was in the back being quiet. And then I went home that night--and I thought, it all speaks to me. Every single thing spoke to me. I was 100% behind everything--and I thought, I’m not going to find anything else more significant to me. This is it.

She laughs, remembering what happened next.

I thought, I’m going to commit to this. I’m going to go back to that class and step up. And I did, the next class.

And it was really funny ‘cause I got all gassed up and ready to say something, and the guy that was leading it misunderstood and misheard me, so it just went right over him. It was so funny! Got all sweaty.


What had spoken to her so clearly in those training sessions was the openhearted, forward-looking approach she saw from her seat at the back of the room. This wasn’t about fixing people; it was about inviting them into a generous, honest conversation with the expectation that change was possible. It made so much sense to her.

I was really jazzed about it because I have a background of addictions and in and out of different addiction treatment programs and programs for families of addicts, and it never quite worked--I always felt separate and isolated and ashamed still. Social shaming kept me and my family from recovering. We all thought we were so horrible.

That is what is so important to me with Recovery Café; it’s a place where you won’t be judged. A place where people can be open enough to hear a person, see their pain, and only want to help them through it. There is no right and wrong way to be a human.


Janice has plans. She can see a lot of ways that her particular story and skills match the various needs of the Café, and not just as a person with data management experience who can help get processes in place. She’s interested in recovery advocacy--the project of educating the wider community about how recovery works and what the needs really are. She can see herself, even, as a coach.

I think I’m going to be very helpful in this just because of my past; I can put it together for someone. I can have a lot of empathy for people because I’ve spent so much time in that ‘this is not living’ type of feeling. I spent more time in that than I did living in my lifetime. So it was like, what a waste.

I really am at that point where I’m not regretting anything, and that is like a miracle when you’re like, oh my God, I’m not angry anymore.

I never thought I’d not be that angry. I was mad. I was mad for so long.


At this writing, in March, 2020, the opening of the Jefferson County Recovery Cafe is delayed by a world-wide pandemic. The people who have spent the last year getting ready to welcome the community are undaunted. Janice imagines the future she’s committed to like this:

The Cafe is going to be a moving, productive, life-energy place where you can see people living, and living properly. Living healthy and helping others. It’s a productive place. You walk in, and you know.

People are alive here.


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