She’s my sister.
I am not an eloquent writer and I am really struggling to express what I am feeling. I do know that for over 40 years now I have been saying those words, “she’s my sister”, sometimes with pride, frustration, even embarrassment, but always with love. For years now it seems I have been begging God to keep her alive just a little longer so she can get the help she needs. It seems so selfish, but she is my sister and I don’t know how to imagine a life without her. I know many people have sibling they don’t really care about, and honestly my sister and I really don’t have much in common aside from our love for one another.
My sister battles a fierce addiction to alcohol and on Wednesday she decided to give up the fight and end her own life. But God has His loving hand in my sister’s life and she was found before it was too late. She spent the first day in a coma on life support while I cried and paced and begged. Begged God not to take her, pleaded with the ICU staff to let me see her, sent out prayer requests for her… why? Because she is my sister. Well God heard those prayers and He answered, she is out of the coma, off of life support and it will be a long road but she is on the road to recovery.
Through the years I have been asked so many times why? Why do I tolerate her behavior? Why not just let her self destruct and save my own sanity? Why do I keep trying to help her? Why do I continue to love her? Why don’t I just give up and walk away.. many people in her life have done just that… and I only have one answer and it sounds so selfish… She is my sister. Thank you for taking the time to read this and to those of you who have loved ones battling mental health issues and/or addiction my heart goes out to you!
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