Friday, January 11, 2013

Intervention Letters

After Christmas, the family decided to stage an intervention.

The family therapist said everyone had the write a letter about how alcoholism has effected our lives... how much we wanted her to seek real help.

So my brothers, my sister, my two aunts and I wrote deeply personal notes.

And yesterday, the therapist read them to her.

I think that may have been why there were rejected phone calls... She might have been in shock.

Last night, my sister texted me saying my mom thanked her for the letters. She says she's ready to go to an outpatient program. She said she only saw drinking as her 'alone' time at night, but didn't realize how much crap it put us through.

Because most of the time, she blacks out.


I feel horrible for saying this, but my optimism is very cautious. My mom loves her excuses.

Oh, it's raining out? I can't go in today. My hair might get wet.


I need my annual check-up and 9:30am was the only time I could do it.

Oh shoot, I forgot, I have a teeth cleaning appointment this morning.

Etc, etc.

A part of me feels like she's only promising to seek help because it's still the wake of another episode. Like she wants everyone to go back to the denial phase.

Or maybe I've been hurt so many times before that it just feels too good to be true?

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