I'm glad to hear that your brother found a way to get sober. It makes me feel good whenever I hear of a person escaping or conquering, whatever the right word is, for recovery and healing from alcohol abuse. ...and that the facility was a good one. Kind of restores a bit of faith in these kinds of things to hear it.
I think my little brother may have been too smart and been deeply sad for far too long to accept being helped. I hope he is at peace now, in spirit. I miss him so much.
hug
It is also quite a beast, to-battle, for one or some
@seabird (as I'm sure you know). And no two journeys are likely identical. You knew him well. I'm glad you had him as a brother. And he, you as a sister. I think that, from the little I've read you describe (mostly by how much you both love/d & miss/ed him). He sounds like an incredible, incredible man. And human. Because we draw the unlucky straw, or whatever from the gene pool, or couple that with our environment, whatever the mix. Once we're there. As I've said: it's a bear! I believe... I'm sure he knew, how you felt about him. The more you look into the brain, and the way it functions when in the throes of addiction, which I'm sure you have. The less, we can perhaps tend to shift any sort of responsibility or blame, on say their actions. At least in my mind, that's how or the way in which, it's always operated (my thinking, on the subject; & just as a phenomenon is the wrong word, in terms of tone--but hopefully you know what I mean?). A topic of conversation, then. It must be like being in a submission hold, for life (to some degree). Some can escape it, some cannot. With little rhyme, or reason. Sometimes, it seems~