To Hope In Vain

[dark_syntax]

What is this thing we call hope, that we should build our entire lives upon, only to discover in the end that it had but one purpose, to abandon us. Hope is but a tease that leaves you wanting and waiting...forever. It has broken every promise of a better tomorrow, so I can no longer deceive myself, as it has done to me, time and time again.

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[_glassphyxia_]

Again I am very sorry you have to go through this. Anyone. I am not very open about it..and I should be..because this is such a serious topic we cannot afford the taboo around it...but I am a survivor myself,so I really do empathize. She CAN be ok. She will always be in recovery ALWAYS...but there IS hope. It takes A LOT, but I swear...evertyhing I know I for the most part because I have made the mistake myself.I guess I learn the hard way,however I can stand by what I say with conviction and speak to you honestly. You are so loving for being with her through this...I can imagine it is very hard for you to understand,and certainly to endure. I hope she is getting all the hope she can and that she overcomes this. I swear, I am proof, this disease can be overcome. Please feel free to email me also to talk : madamemachine@yahoo.com
*big giant hug!*

[dark_syntax]

Thank you for sharing with me a part of your past, a part that has been safely hidden. In my family, the subject of my sister has been shrouded in secrecy, mostly at the behest of my mother. I have been under so much stress lately, that it is becoming quite difficult for me to keep all of this bottled up. I felt like I had to write to relieve the pressure, and I do not even have time for that, really. My mother would kill me if she read this journal. You seem so happy and strong that I would have never known that you were once like her. I wish my sister had some of your strength and determination. I wish it for me, as well. Thank you for believing in her and for encouraging me. Your words are heartfelt, and I will never forget them. They have given me new reason for allowing hope another try. When I get some time away from all of this, I want to talk to you more about your road to recovery, over e-mail for privacy. ***Warm Hugs*** I am so lucky to know someone like you.

[_glassphyxia_]

Well,even though her case was not my own..I hope I can help in any way possible,even if it's just to lend an ear. :)

[rabbidsquierell]

I'm sorry Ken.

[dark_syntax]

Thank you :(

Wherein sadness comes Striength

[voslos_angel]

I too am so sorry for what you are going through.Embrace this matter like a doctor embraces new life he has assited to deliver...Be there when she is weak...Hold onto her when she needs streingth...But also know when to pull back too..too much of a chaotic matter/scene can drain ones self of their own life..For perhaps if she see's you strong..she might have the will to fight and not let this overtake her so.But once more i am sorry to hear about this..When thy are feeling weak and un-assure I am offering myself as a vechile of councel...Take my own Energy when you feel weak..Phonecalls are not just for friendly chit chat..they are also good for seeking advice and guidence too.

Re: Wherein sadness comes Striength

[dark_syntax]

Thank you. She was discharged from the hospital on Friday, but the hospital did not notify us, for privacy reasons. We did not know where she went, for she has no money and no glasses. I was so worried, thinking that maybe she was abducted. I made flyers and passed them out everywhere and had the news channels show her profile on the late evening and morning news. Finally, after two days of being missing, the police called and said that she is safe, but they did not tell us where she was staying, for privacy reasons. Anyone over 18 has the right to remain hidden if they so choose. Apparently, she resents the family for sending her to the hospital for treatment. But now we know that she is safe.