A year ago today, my father overdosed on oxycontin and alcohol and went to bed and never got up again.
I was 7 years sober at the time.
I tried to have this conversation with him half a dozen times and I know where you are and my heart breaks for you. You’re saying all the right words and you know all the right things--you know it’s a decision only she can make and you know it’s not your responsibility and you just want her to see the light that you saw and realize there’s a whole life out here that she’s not living.
I truly hope that She does.
My dad didn’t. I’m still making peace with that.
A sister in recovery.