My mom relapsed.
For the first time since last July.
When she took that drink last June my world fell apart.
I started taking control of the situation by not eating, by over-exercising, by ostracizing myself from everyone else..
I pray that this time will be different.
I've got to be strong.
But it hurts so bad to hear her crying to me telling me that this is the last time. She'll go to treatment. She'll get better.
She tells me she's at home, yet I hear rap music playing in the background.
I know she's probably drunk and high. And there's nothing I can do about it.
As soon as I think that things are going good, something like this happens. :( Just hurts so bad.