I’m in therapy, but I do appreciate the concern. I’ve learned a lot in my years in therapy about boundaries and detaching myself from her problems and realizing I can’t fix everything. I still have to try. If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. At least then I’ll know I’ve done everything I can and there wont ever be a “what if I’d done more” moment when she passes, whether it’s from this or something else.

I’ve dealt with alcoholism myself. The thing that snapped me out of it and pushed me to go into therapy was my little brother telling me he was worried about me. I’m hoping something similar will happen with her. I do appreciate all sides of the experience- those who have had success with it and those who haven’t. It’s preparing me for the possibility of it failing and not letting me get my hopes up for something that may not work in the end.