one who is an alchoholic can not be helped. not saying that i will not try to help....but i can only do what i can. this is what i can say......and i know these words won't be conforting to hear.....but in my opinion....this is what i half know and half believe.

but this is what i say to an alchoholic with a son who is a christian and constantly struggles with the times of today. i tell the son this....you are not alone....your struggle is normal....nothing new under the sun. your father struggles with substance because he himself feels no hope for tomorrow. he struggles with substance because he finds no way out of his pain and suffering. he struggles with substance because of the greatest mystery....why a human lives witout GOD? basically, he struggles with substance because one feels completely empty.

you love your family, even if you say you don't like them. you say your sister has no respect for anyone in her house....but before you look upon others....look in your own reflection first. do you see yourself doing what your sister does? i am not perfect....but i know this....you do not like being home...so you run out and hang with your friends to avoid them. you know....that bear i gave you was more than just a punch bag if you wanted it to be one.

these are only a few reasons why i gave it to you. firstly, i must remind you that i promised to get you one because of your torment within yourself. but that's what you have the stress ball for. i promised you that i would get you one and to me.....my word means alot to me and i want people to see that their words in affect hurts others.
secondly....this is how i see it....that bear was a promise for better times. yes.....the promise was made when you and i were both feeling miserable....but you see.....it was a promise that you and me made to bring each other a smile on each other's face.
hm....this might sound sooo scary and stalkerish...but i mean it with the sincerist of love....
that bear....is well given to you out of the decency of my heart.....i cherish our friendship....materialistic substance can't begin to explain how much it's worth to me.....you leave it on the foot or the head of your bed collecting dust....but even collecting dust has it's purpose..... i would not be mad at you for squishing it or dementing it...

but all those things....i prolly thought too much about. i just hope you remember that we went through rough patches before...you can do it again.....stay in GOD. TRUST IN HIM. WALK WITH HIM. then when you do....you will find strength you never thought you had.