I swam a mile today, took me 59’52”, but I swam a mile. I felt righteously tired afterwards, the feeling I have when I do something I’m supposed to do.
Tomorrow, if I wake up in time, I’m going to an Al-anon meeting, because I’m a hot mess around codependency, with R, my elder son. Having an alcoholic in one’s life is a nightmare. I can’t give them their recovery. That recovery is that alcoholic’s responsibility.
Wish me luck.
Dispatches From Dystopia 
Oh my goodness, can I relate. I’ve never gone to any meetings. I do know the impossible situation you’re in, though.
Stay strong. It must be heartbreaking to watch your child struggling like this, and not being able to fix it for them.
Oh yeah. He will be doing fine then hit the skids