Oh ladies...thank you so much for the prayers and the well wishes and the good thoughts...
I arrived last night back from visiting him. He's doing much better. It was just so draining and terrifying and all I could think about was how angry I was. Not at him. It wasn't even the alcohol that did it. I mean, it didn't HELP. But his depression got the best of him. And it could've taken his life if he hadn't said so many cryptic things to me.
All is okay, for now. I say that because there's no saying what will happen tomorrow. But I believe he's genuinely willing to get help now. Thank god. He was given recommendations by doctors and a psychologist and he's going this week to get the help.
Hopefully it works out. I know there will still be bumps, but I'm hoping that he won't have to feel the need to suffer anymore.