I'm really touched by this post. Chills up my spine.
A year an a half ago, my (now recovering) alcoholic wife was deep into a 13 day binge. I'd barely seen her awake or sober during that entire period.
By some miracle, I got help and got her into rehab and, I believe, she literally came back from the brink death.
But the difference is that when I was at that point in my life I didn't have a drop of compassion or love in my body. By then, I'd been down so long that I really didn't feel anything. Dark days.
My story has a happier ending, my wife is sober and doing very well in recovery. I'm in recovery...I've learned to feel again. I definitely feel compassion, for you, for the one you love, and for everyone who suffers because of this disease.