I was just drifting off to sleep when my phone went off around 20 after midnight…it was my mom. Not a good sign.
“Your sister just got taken to the hospital by ambulance.”
“What? Who?” I was still half groggy.
“Your sister.”
Didn’t take long to wake up at that point. Apparently she had called my mom crying hours earlier with a fever and she couldn’t stop throwing up. She was calling asking my mom for pills. For something to take the edge off. (My mom has pain medication due a work injury from years ago.) Mom explained to her that she wasn’t going to give her any pills…that if she’s throwing up, it wouldn’t help anyway. And besides, she wasn’t going to enable my sister at this point.
My sister is a heroin addict. She’s not quite 20 yet and she’s addicted to heroine…and it breaks my heart to even write that, but it’s the God awful truth.
So apparently she kept throwing up and her fever wouldn’t break and she started convulsing/seizing up and her ex-boyfriend tried to get her to the car and take her to the hospital, but she couldn’t make it and he had to call 911.
I’m sure it’s drug related. My mom thinks she got some “bad” drugs (an oxymoron right? aren’t all drugs bad?).
You don’t even know the effect this has on me. I love my sisters more than anything in the world (they’re twins). Seeing my sister addicted to heroin for the past 3-4 years is completely and utterly heartbreaking. I keep feeling like I’m going to the be the one to fix her, even though I don’t think I can. She’s the reason I changed majors and am now going to school for Human Services/Psychology.
I texted a good friend when I got off the phone with my mom, tell him what was going on and hoping he had something to say to ease my mind. His response?
Have a nice talk with God. I’m sure it’ll help you sleep. Prayer can be really comforting. Knowing that you can take some of your thoughts and worries and take that stress off of you and put it on God. If you believe, that is. You have great friends and family. And with as much trouble as those girls get in, I’m sure He’s keeping a close on them. Try not to worry too much. And pray if it’ll help.
It made me cry. And I’m sitting here bawling at the fact that I can’t change the world and I can’t make things better for my sister despite the fact that I only want the best for her. She doesn’t understand how much we need her to be ok and get better and get help.
My heart is breaking.
And I’m off to pray for the first time in years.