I often feel this way about my sister, who is a downright misery bags, has attempted suicide 3 times, and who can demolish a bottle of wine quicker than a blink.
She has been sober for 5 months now, but even going to London for her only daughter's wedding didn't bring her any joy, and she almost didn't go.
One part of me is hurting for how she is and always has been, for all the happiness she has missed out on. Another part of me itches to plant my foot in her rear end.
As my mum says "she has always be this way and I doubt she will ever change, so we just have to accept that this is who she is."
Doesn't stop me praying for healing for her. That is all I can do, so do as well as I can.
God bless