"Support" John replied. "Addictions aren't always the easiest thing to overcome" he added. "It's a sense of community. Everyone there experiencing the same thing, showing support for one another. A sort of group therapy" he said, remembering his time in Ravenscar mental asylum. He had hated the group sessions. They bored him. All of them sat around, talking about their progress. John wasn't sick though, not in that way. He didn't need help, he didn't want to be involved in group therapy huddles and art therapy sessions, trying to decrypt what he meant by demons when he was talking about the real deal. Images of the abuse he endured flashed through his mind. He knocked back his drink in an attempt to drown out those memories.
Placing the glass down, he allowed his hand to remain, cupping the top of the glass, fingers steepled. "I'd like to think this place was another chance at having a decent, happy life... What do you think?" he asked.