Saturday, I wrote that I had a close relative addicted to
drugs. I foresaw something terrible in
the future, yet I did nothing.
Last evening, I watched one of my sister’s overdose on a
multitude of drugs, trying to kill the pain and herself. There are no words to describe the tale that
unravelled before me. I felt helpless
and angry, while watching the emergency medical personnel work on her. I could barely utter a haze of incoherent
words, when the police asked me about the situation.
My little sister is doing well, after being dragged to the
hospital against her will. I won’t go
into detail about the tears that flowed and the outburst of squalls, because I
love and respect my sister too much to put an embarrassing part of her life on
any blog.
At first, I was enraged that she would do such a selfish
thing, like trying to kill herself. But,
on the way home about 04:00 this morning, the guilt and heartache hit me harder
than a blacksmith throws blows against blazing steel, with a 1500g cross peen
hammer.
I saw the signs, yet I did nothing to help her. I’m the oldest and the only male, among my
siblings. It is my responsibility to
cure their ills, heed prayers, and mend their hearts.
She has so much going for her. She is feisty, spunky, smart, witty, quick on
her feet, and a beautiful young woman. She is a social butterfly to say the least. She is more like my father than I am. And, she has more drawing and sketching
ability in one finger, than I have in both of my hands.
I just can’t understand why she’d want to end it all, and
that is part of the problem. I’ve got to
spend more time with my beloved sisters. If any of them were to expire from this earth/state of being/ reality/
dimension – I don’t know what I’d do.
Do me a favour everyone – call your siblings and at least
say hello, if not the unspeakable phrase, I love you sis or brother. Tell them how much they mean to you. You never know, it might be the phone call
that saves his or her life. Life’s too
short to not speak to your family.
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Hey, Jefferson. What can I say? I’m speechless.
One thing – you and your sister are in my thoughts.
Jefferson, I really feel for you and your sister right now. You say: ‘It is my responsibility to cure their ills, heed prayers, and mend their hearts’, but Jefferson you can’t do all that. I’m a younger sister too and the one thing I want from my brother is for him to listen and try to understand. Trust me, that’s enough.
I agree with Verilion it’s NOT your responsibility to cure their ills, heed prayers, and mend their hearts.
My thoughts are with you through this time.
Hey Jefferson. I’m so sorry. Desperation is a difficult thing and we don’t always see it coming. Your advice is timely. I’ve just had a bit of a falling out with my younger brother and you’ve given me the impetus to fix it. Take care.
Grandad, thank you very much.
Verilion, thanks for the advice. I just feel guilty for not spending enough time with all of my sisters. But, being that I have five, it’s hard to spend much time with any of them. I suppose that I spend too much time trying to tell her what to do, instead of just listening. She’s a good girl. She got in with the wrong crowd, which hapens to a lot of young people. Thank you for the advice and comment.
Cybez, thank you as well. I apreciate the comments. And, I’ll pass them along to my sister, once she gets the mess out of her system. They put her in a mental/rehab institute this morning. She’s got to stay there for 30 days. So, I’ve got to be a good uncle, and spend as much time as I can with my nephew. He’s seen more at 8 than most kids at 15.
Helen, I’m so glad that you’ve decided to work things out with your brother. Brothers and sisters have a special bond that is unbreakable, regardless of what happens. I will post again soon about this subject, as it is on my mind at present. Thanks for visiting Helen.
I’ve a relative who took an overdose.When he was found and rushed to hospital they pumped the drugs out of him.Initially when I visited him in hospital he seemed as normal as usual.When he came out of hospital it was a different story it took him a couple of years to get back to normal, though he had very little (if any) professional support.Now he’s happily married, working and enjoying life to the full.
Are you okay? I can’t imagine how confused and lost you must feel. I’m sending you a virtual hug.
*HUG*
Hey Jeffereson, glad you took the advice well. You know we never spend enough time with our siblings, but you and I both know that when we are needed or when we need them, we’ll/they’ll be there. That’s what’s important. Life is full of ups and downs and I’m sorry that you have to go through this so I’m sending you a virtual hug too. You know that we are here listening too.
Cybez, I do worry a wee bit about her being around all of those nut doctors. They tend to make people feel worse than they should. Of course, me and doctors don’t get along.
K8, I’m doing great. I feel relieved that she’s somewhere where she can get some help. I do feel lost without being able to call her on a whim. Thanks you for the hug. We all need that from time to time. So, here’s one headed in your direction. *HUG*
Verilion, thank you. I greatly appreciate your advice and HUG. Advice is something that I can never have enough of. *HUG*
Thanks you all for your endearing comments. I heed all advice.
My main concern with ‘nut doctors’ are if any of them are too easy at dishing out medication that isn’t necessary.I could mention funny stories about a local ‘nut doctor’ I knew but the blogosphere is a small place and I better not.
I suppose the majority of bloggers will end up having to see them at some stage. This blogging lark
I hope things work out ok.
You and Your family are in my prayers during this difficult time. **HUGS**
Cybez, we’ll all be in the nut house, after blogging for a few years.
LatinWlf, thank you very much. I hope you are doing well. ***HUGS BACK***