I couldn't fix her
I couldn't fix her; but I tried my hardest.
I tried to be the one she went to when she was down
I reassured her that she was a good mom
She didn't believe me
So consumed with the darker version of herself in her own head she was blinded
She turned to the bottle as her sanctuary, her way to escape reality
The bottle almost took her away from me
6 1/2 drives every other weekend for an 8 hour visit
Watching her in rehab was like watching a tiger in a cage
She was healing, but hurting
She came home
One day later she relapsed.
I tried to fix her
She went to jail
I couldn't fix it anymore
January 19, 2018: 60 days sober
Court case, the plantiff dropped most the charges
She is a full time college student and mom
She is happier
I couldn't fix her
She fixed herself
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