In December, Lindsey finally admitted she couldn't make it and be successful with sobriety in Rochester anymore. So, after talking to her grandparents in Florida, I booked a one-way flight to go down there and straighten up, reinvent herself, whatever. . .
The first couple weeks were hard and lonely, but with gentle prodding and encouragement, she started going to meetings, got a sponsor (who was 55 and "a little stern") and got back on the appropriate medications. She was exercising alot and showing an interest in cooking. Some days she even went to two meetings a day.
I was ecstatic in the progress she was making without my help. She keeps forgetting that trust is a privilege and that she would need to build it back up with a lot of people and especially her grandparents as they weren't giving her a lot of freedom. She thinks that should just be given to her.
Then came time to come home from Christmas. They dropped her off at Walmart as she had arranged for a friend to pick her up. Well, that was the last time anyone heard from her for days. She didn't attend any family Christmases nor did she take the initiative to visit any of us.
So, my three weeks of being proud and hopeful - came to a screeching halt. She's still in Rochester, doing who knows what. When will it end????
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