✯Sincerely, Me✯

☯LivingWithMyself☯
2018-08-01 08:02:01 (UTC)

Doing What I Can

Dear Reader,

It’s 2:25 in the morning as I write this. I’ve just had one of the longest days.

My aunt S, is an alcoholic. We’ve been struggling trying to get her back straight for a some time now.. she’s stayed here a few times, but she’ll go back home and she keeps relapsing.

She refuses to go to rehab.


I woke up, and my grandma and her sister went to my aunts house to check on her. As I was eating breakfast, they called us, and told us they were going to bring her down here.

So her, her sister R, grandma, and grandma’s sister W, brought her down here. She brought her dog, and I took him into the bedroom.

Her dog HATES my brother, so I had to put him up. And I was afraid she’d try walking home with him like she tried to the other day.


I sat with the dog for awhile, and my aunt W called me in there, and told me to watch after her, and not let her leave. They were going to see a judge, and to sign for her to be admitted into rehab. And not tell her.


They left, and I was so nervous.. she’s been bad, but this is the worse I’ve ever seen her. She’s mumbling to herself, counting to 3 or 5 over and over, and crying, and thankfully my cousin M came, and then shortly after my uncle D. (S’s brother)

S couldn’t stand to hear her dog cry and scratch at the door, so to keep her calm, we let him out. I told my brother to stay in one room.

(it’s 3:18 am now)

So of course, E doesn’t listen, and my uncle had to catch the dog so E wouldn’t get bit.

We moved outside on the porch, and I brought jack in because the power company came to cut the tree off the power line..

So then E was hateful about the dog, and argued about why we couldn’t put him up..
and of course this upsets S, and she starts wanting to go home.

She starts asking for her purse, and so I just go get Jack and bring him back outside.

After a little while we move back inside, and she’s calm for a little while, and then starts begging to go home. After we refuse, she gets her keys, and starts out the door, and my uncle ran out and caught her and brought her back in, and papa calmed her down.


So she sits in the rocking chair, and I sit in the one beside her, and I held her hand.
And I sat there, and held her hand for awhile, and telling her it’s going to be okay. I squeezed her hand when she cried.

I finally saw the headlights through the window, and my grandma, R, and W were home.

They got all the papers filled out, and so now we were waiting for two officers to take her to the hospital, so they could evaluate her, and determine if she was eligible to go to be admitted into rehab.

R took Jack to her house, she lives behind us. And S’s sister in law came.
We made hot dogs, and we talked.

The later it got, the more I gave up hoping they’d come to get her.

I made up my bed, and packed some stuff she took it to my brothers room.
They took her into my room, and they and she fell. My bed is kinda high. They got her back up, and into bed.


And soon our family had to go back home... my cousin M had already left D left, and then sister in law, and then W, and then R.

She stayed in the bed for maybe an hour, and I decided not to sleep. Because she can barley walk, and she smokes every 20 minutes, and doesn’t put her cigarette out properly, so I decided to stay up.

So, after the first time, I took her back to bed, and she set down, she I turned back for a second, and she slipped off and fell and hit the wall.

It scared me so bad, I just bent down and lifted her up like she weighed nothing.. and I sat her on the bed and hugged her relieved she wasn’t hurt.
I covered her up, and she laid down.


We’ve been outside smoking about 4 times.

Grandma got up about 2, as I was helping S to the bathroom. I stood outside the door, waiting for S to finish, and I heard her say aloud.. “I’m going to die.”

And I told her no, everything was going to be okay.

So we moved her into the living room to sleep about an hour ago.. and it’s 3:58 now.

I just got into bed, grandmas sitting with her, and I’m going to try to sleep.

I hope they come early in the morning, and I hope they admit her.
She will die if they don’t... there’s no way she can make it.

And I hope it sticks.

I’m tired, I’m sore all over..

Sincerely,
Me




Ad: