The Waiting Game

Where to begin

I am the bearer of bad news. Everyone likes to come to me with the truth that no one wants to hear. How I got this appointment, I'll never know. For the past few years I have watched someone continually screw up, knowing they are in denial about the demons they fight. Not a pretty sight. No one seems to believe it, so I gather evidence. Never felt good about it, but I did it. Nothing came of it. This person fesssed up, thought they were turning a corner, only to find out it's worse than I ever dreamed. I wanted to force them to get help before I left for the summer, but had no backing. I amtired of watching, voicing my opinion to others involved, including the one in question. Money isn't the only issue here. How long can a person continue to abuse their body before they wind up dead? It scares the hell out of me. I admit it. But that is where we are headed.

So now I sit here trying to figure out just what I need to do next. It isn't a pretty job, nor one I take lightly, but I refuse to sit back and continue to watch the train wreck in action. I've had enough. Let the chips fall where they may.