I think where I am right now I equate love for my mother with trying every thing I can to help her. I know she is unlikely to help herself, so it feels like it's the only chance to save her. I don't live with her, and she never calls me to ask for anything, but I take it upon myself to call her every day to see how she is doing during this latest, terrible binge. It stresses me out to no end, but I think there's a good chance she won't come out of it this time, and I keep worrying that, if she dies, I'll feel guilty that I abandoned her if I don't do everything I can do to save her, or that she'll think I don't love her. Has anyone else ever felt this way?