What do you do when you watch someone you love find every way out of helping themselves? Do you try to intervene and possibly lose yourself in the process or do you let them go in the hope that they figure their sh*t out?
I’ve found the road to recovery is the hardest thing I’ve ever faced but wouldn’t change it for the world. I know I’m better off now than I ever was before. I just wish they cared enough about themselves to want a better life too.
Feeling defeated but not giving up.