When do you say enough is enough when it comes to helping a friend?
Tonight, after my meeting, my homie and I went to a friend's apartment to clean it up. For the 3rd time. After a crack bender. Filthy. Gross. Things I'll never be able to unsee. The guy is an awesome human. He's broken, just like a lot of us. He's currently in the hospital (was picked up by ems on Thanksgiving, and has been there ever since. He's not been lucid since being admitted. No family. Nothing. When I saw him in the hospital a couple days ago, my legs felt weak from pity and sadness. He was fumbling with a fork and didn't know what planet he was on. This is the 4th relapse this year. Every time it gets worse. He might not even come out of this without some real permanent damage. He's diabetic and eats like shït. He's medicated and takes his meds not according to the docs orders including gabapentin.
When do you tap out? Ever? Never?
My sobriety is good, but emotionally, this is really fücking with me.
Goddamnit
