On February 28, 2018, I got a call from my dad saying my brother died. I managed with the grief. I didn’t drink anymore.
You see, I am a survivor. I’ve had cancer twice. I’m a person in long-term recovery from alcohol and substance abuse. I survived my younger sibling’s tragic death.
Sometimes, the kindest and sanest thing you can do for yourself is to recognise that you need a time out. When you are in recovery, too much freaking out can be dangerous.
My little sister is an addict. A full-blown, non-stop, can’t see the rock bottoms she’s hitting, heroin addict.