my heart goes out to you. nothing is as painful as the realization that you are completely powerless while you witness someone you love so deeply destroy themselves. I am in recovery 8 years now, and lost my dad to an oxy overdose in March of 2017.

it sounds counterintuitive, and it feels like abject torture, but the only way to save an addict is to let them fall. some won’t make their way back. but until they draw their last breath, there is hope. no one--NO ONE--can predict who will see the way out and rejoin life. I’ve seen many people considered completely hopeless rebuild beautiful lives. my best friend spent years and years in prison, after losing everyone and everything. family, teeth, hope. he just celebrated 25 years of sobriety, and he is by far the best human being I know.

it’s ok to leave him to his denial right now. look at myke. miracles happen, but he has to be the one to decide. give him enough space to do that, even if it feels like you are abandoning him when he needs you most. if my people hadn’t walked away from me at my worst, I promise I would be dead.

I’ll pray for your family. especially larry.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.