My brother is a drug addict. It's not a big secret. It's not something he tries to hide or we, as his family, attempt to sweep under the rug. It's something we all acknowledge and each struggle to cope with, in our way

It started when I was just 10 years old. He broke his leg very badly in an accident and became addicted to his painkiller medication. He was already running with a bad crowd, so it spiraled from there.
It started with vicodin and escalated to PCP, heroin and crystal meth. The most devastating effect of his addiction, even beyond the physical dependency on a dangerous, damaging substance, were the changes to his personality.
He went from being a smart, cute, funny kid with a bright future to an underweight, grungy, heavily tattooed wannabe gangster with bad teeth and a dead eyed gaze. That's not how I remember my brother.
For a lot of years I tried to shield myself from it. I would tell myself I didn't have a brother anymore and that he was already gone. I went most of my teenage years without talking to him and regretting it when I did. At 18 I told my then boyfriend (who was himself a recovering addict) that, to me, my brother was already dead..and he told me that was the smart approach.
Fast forward to 2 months ago. My brother is struggling to get clean and an ex girlfriend is coming into town. An ex he used to use with. He asks if he can come stay with us until she clears out. My mom asks if it'd be okay with me and I say "fine". I tell her I won't even bother with him.
But as inevitably happens, my heart always warms a little bit. It's so hard to stay angry at someone you really love, especially if they aren't deliberately trying to hurt you. And especially when everytime you look at them, you see the clean-cut, Christian youth group, soccer player under the strung out junky exterior.
So I talked to him. I thought maybe this time was different. Maybe he could really do it..get clean, get his life together. In that conversation I learned that he had overdosed. Twice. And that he hated being sober and didn't even plan to be long term. And honestly a lot of other horrible things nobody wants to hear come out if their brothers mouth.
Disheartened didn't begin to describe it. I was crushed. And afraid. Not only for him, but myself, as well. I didn't want him there. I didn't know this person, anymore. The one that could talk to me the way he did. We argued horribly later. I told him I wished he would overdose and die and he told me I was a hateful bitch. It was terrible on both our parts.
But the thing is that's what becomes of drug addicts. They empty out their entire personalities. All the bits and pieces you love about them. Gone. Everything becomes about self gratification. Getting high. And if they can't, they hate everyone and everything. Including, and especially, the people who love them the most.
What you learn is that unconditional love enables a drug addict. They will try to use and to break you because all you are to them is a means to an end. That night I left with a friend and when I came back I tried to put my arms around my brother. He wouldn't look at me. I became the 'bad guy'.
Addiction is the most selfish illness on earth. And the only way to gain any kind of peace or sanity with a loved one who doesn't know how to say enough, is to say it yourself. A friend of mine told me to tell him that I want my brother back. And nothing could be more true.
And until you get the person you really love back, you have to let go. Not only for your own sake but for theirs. Being a crutch, whether financially or emotionally, only hurts you both. It keeps them where they're at..trapped in their own inability to stop before their heart stops beating.
Luckily, there are programs. Nar-anon and al-anon are two options. My mother was active in al-anon for a while. It gave her a lot of clarity. The people are incredibly supportive and just knowing that your story isn't unique can help mitigate any shame and confusion you might be feeling.
And whatever may happen, remember that the person you love is and always will be apart of your heart. You may never break through. You may lose them. These are harsh but sober realities. All you can do is be there for when they're ready to change and hope and pray that somehow they rediscover the person they truly are.
If you're reading this and going through something similar, I hope it will give you comfort to know that someone out there knows how you feel.
As for my brother, he has been sober ever since I last saw him. He's escaped the crowd he was in and seems to be doing well. We haven't spoken but I wish him nothing but the best in his recovery and sincerely hope we find our way back to each other when he's ready. Time will tell.
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