Where Do You Draw The Line?
Yesterday I met with a dear friend. Fifteen years ago we moved into the same neighborhood within weeks of one another, and have always shared a deep liking — sisterly love — and respect for one another.
Our children are the same age, we’re both educators, our husbands work in similar industries… we have a lot of things in common.
Unfortunately, one of those things is children with bipolar disorder and addictions.
Her daughter and my son struggle, and have for years, with addiction and an unwillingness or inability to remain medically compliant. Combined and cumulatively, we’ve spent well over $100,000 trying to save our children’s lives. We share small triumphs and agree that we’ve learned more than we ever thought possible.
My friend and I are both better people because of the experiences we’ve had with our kids. And we are two of the most optimistic, hopeful women you’ll encounter. It’s strange to admit that the challenges and trials we’ve experienced have served us so positively, but they have.
As my friend registers her sweet daughter –I love her llike my own– for another ( is it the 6th? 7th?) residential treatment center, I encourage her.
I pray that it will “take” this time.
And I know that I would do the same.
No one else’s opinion matters.
When do you stop? Where do you draw the line?
When absolutely no options remain.
Blessings,
Kate