As a young adult I was in a program for at risk teens/young adults. I spent two years living there from age 18-20. It was a wonderful program and I learned a lot in my time there as well as made friendships stronger than blood.
My best friend there was with me for almost both of the years. She was a sister to me. We lived together, ate together, went to therapy together, partied together, we were inseparable. She obviously had an array of issues as did we all. Our issues took a toll on us and sometimes the pain was too strong. She chose to alleviate the pain with drugs and alcohol. I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t partake at all. I partied with her a good amount. We would go out drinking, get high, come back after the sun came up every now and again…We were teenagers after all. For her it got much more intense and rapidly. We watched her deteriorate further and further into the hole that is substance abuse knowing that we were getting closer and closer to losing her to the drug. At that point an intervention was planned.
I was 19 years old and I had to sit down across from my best friend, my sister from another mister, and tell her that if she didn’t get help I couldn’t associate with her anymore. My heart wrenched and I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to lose my closest friend. But I knew if I didn’t take part in the intervention I would be enabling her and helping her kill herself. So I forced myself to suck it up and take part, giving her the ultimatum of going to rehab or losing everything.
My dear friend whom I still loved like a sister chose rehab…but on the condition that none of us never contact her again. We were cut off completely. She was getting clean and I was watching from a distance. I saw her getting better. I was sure we’d reconnect once she got herself together and was thinking clearly again. But she held strong on her promise…we were cut out completely.
Ten years I watched from the sidelines as she got healthier and healthier, helping others get better, living life again, enjoying life again.
I came to terms with the distance. I was willing to give up the friendship for her health and happiness. She was better and that’s all I could have ever wanted for her. I was so happy for her! We may have been astranged but I still consider her my sister.
A few months ago I heard news that she was moving back to America. I did not know exactly where or why but I knew she moved back. I was nervous about the move but hopeful. As I couldn’t intervene anyway I just watched and prayed that she was strong enough. What I didn’t know was that she was also suffering from severe depression and that was a big part of her decision to move closer to family.
This morning at six AM I woke up to my Facebook feed and WhatsApp messages filled the most horrific news imaginable. My best friend, my sister, took her life over the weekend.
I have no more words.