Today a loved one is on the receiving end of an intervention. It has been a long time coming. DWIs have preceded it.
Three attempts at out-patient treatment have failed.
I feel like this is our last hope.
I feel guilty that I can’t be there.
I am mentally exhausted.
They started at 7:30am. I read my letter at just past 8am.
I have had no word since.
Praying for a miracle, I am not hopeful. I don’t believe it will work. That in-patient rehab will happen. But I cannot bear the thought of failure.
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