My brother has been homeless for many years. He's addicted to alcohol and meth. Whether he had mental illness and self-treated with substances or has brain damage because of his drug use, doesn't really matter at this point. It's heart-wrenching and frustrating because there isn't anything we as a family can do to help him. He's reluctant to sign up for the now-mandatory health insurance. His pride gets in the way. Because he's so emotionally volatile, he has difficulty working, so he doesn't have any regular income.
After talking with him, I realized I need a refresher course in letting go. The "Letting Go" poem I received at one of the treatment centers my husband Randy went to is a good reminder.
Here are a few thoughts I had as I worked through letting go (once again) of my brother.
- To "let go" does not mean to stop caring, it means I can't do it for someone else.
- To "let go" is not to cut myself off, it's the realization I can't control another.
- To "let go" is not to fix, but to be supportive.
- To "let go" is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being.
- To "let go" is not to be in the middle arranging the outcomes, but to allow others to affect their own destinies.
- To "let go" is to fear less, and love more.