BLAH!!!!

So, my older brother is a drug addict, right? Right.

He is getting help, though...he called today and said that he's going into a rehab program on Monday. He's staying with us for the rest of the weekend until he can get to the rehab center on Monday.

That means he has to make it two days without dope. God, I hope he can do it.

Mom told me to hide all of the pills in the house. The stuff for dad's back pain...the stuff for her wisdom teeth pain...even my anti-depressants all have to be hidden. She's afraid he'll crack and take them.

He's already gotten so sick. He's thrown up some since he's been here.

It makes me sick to watch him. I know that's probably a really awful thing to say, but it's just how I feel...after all, this blog is supposed to be about raw emotion and all that shit, right?

Well, my raw emotions are reeling! It's not easy to watch someone you grew up with, someone you love, puking their guts up because they are going through drug withdrawals...

Ah, yet another thing to add to my list of heartaches. *sigh* I wish I had someone to talk to about this right now....but, no. Once again, I find myself alone when I need someone the most. C'est la vie...