Breathing my Mind into Your Face

My brother is supposed to go to detox today. I think he will go. He’s unemployed and will lose his wife if he doesn’t. My bro-in-law sounded the alarm a couple weeks ago after visiting Atlanta. I spoke with his wife yesterday and she’d found a crackpipe and crack rock in his sock drawer. Apparently he’s been staying up late hitting the pipe and getting drunk after his wife goes to sleep. Then he sleeps until 2 or 3 in the afternoon and repeats the process. He doesn’t sound fully ready for a change but he’s willing to appease us by going. He said it was a one-time lapse in judgement. Nobody believes him but he goes right on lying. I hope he can be honest with the folks at the facility. I told him to have an open mind and to think about it as a serenity retreat. When I spoke with him last night he said he wasn’t having any thoughts of hurting himself. I keep saying all the things they said to me when I was in rehab but they aren’t penetrating. He’s not realizing there’s a different way to live. I’m hopeful he’ll embrace a different lifestyle. Addiction isn’t any fun.