I pondered a bit on this thread, looking at it from the perspective of being a long-term recovering addict/alkie myself, and also as the mother of an AD active in addiction.
It took
every bit of suffering,
every miserable bit of my addict existence,
every shred of pain I experienced for me to finally hit a bottom and seek help.
I tell my 33-year-old AD I love her and that's it. She knows better than to ask for money these days, and it's been that way for years.
I'm also careful for what I pray for. Maybe it's God's plan my AD continues her miserable existence for the time being.
So I don't ask God for specifics other than to watch over her.
I no longer tell her I'm sorry she's suffering. That may be her saving grace in the end like it was for me. I don't know.
She's been around the rooms of recovery since 1986. She knows what recovery is and where to find it.
Back when my AD would ask for money, a firm "no" sufficed. She never stayed on the phone after the denial of help.
Sending you gentle hugs from beastly hot Kansas!
