Breathing my Mind into Your Face

My brother is heavy on my mind. My blood and fellow alcoholic. He doesn’t think he has a problem outside of his control. My brother-in-law went to Atlanta for a visit last week and spent some time with bro and his wife. The report back was that an intervention is needed ASAP to save his marriage and his life. I guess the three of them went out to dinner then came home around 11:30. Bro hadn’t had his fill so he took a fifth of tequila and went out on a solo adventure. Not much is known other than he checked into a hotel near the airport at 4:30 AM. So I guess it’s that time of year where we try to help him, he pretends to submit, then after seven days of sobriety says he’s cured and doesn’t need help. Once again on the merry go round we go. I’m going to ask my AA group for pointers on how to approach this. I know that he has to want to help himself. I tried calling him yesterday and didn’t get an answer. I woke up at 11:30 last night because of him. I texted him the following:

“If you ever get to the point where alcohol isn’t fun anymore, I can help you out. I got pretty miserable myself and didn’t think there was anything I could do about it. I was wrong and now I’ve never been happier. This is one of those things we read every morning in that cult I’m in. It always resonates with me:

  –Until I could accept my alcoholism, I could not stay sober; unless I accept life completely on life’s terms, I cannot be happy. I need to concentrate not so much on what needs to be changed in the world as on what needs to be changed in me and in my attitudes.

Sorry for preaching. If you’re happy with your life the way it is then keep it rocking and rolling. If you ever want to try something new I can help. It’s a bitch but it’s worth it.”

No response. At least my initial volley is out there. Next I will look into rehabs in the Atlanta area that cater to veterans with PTSD. The rock bottom thing scares me because I know that could mean death. If we could just hog tie his ass and get him in detox for a few days we could make him start to see the light.