I did online SMART friends and family as no ftf near me. I do know what you mean though @Isthisit2025, there is surprisingly little professional support available for families of addicts unless you are able to afford private therapy which is both really expensive and often hard to find someone with expertise in addiction. I became completely obsessed with reading everything I could on addiction from different rehab sites, Al Anon and SMART (there is a SMART handbook for friends and family) and just generally online. I still often re-read articles that really made sense to me like ‘why an addict cannot love you’.
I tried to ‘detach with love’ but I didnt really understand how to do it and it didn’t work for me - the more boundaries I put up/ the less enabling I did, the more Ex resented me, the angrier and more bitter he became, the more I got the endless diatribes of ‘you have failed me and it’s all your fault’.
It does go against all your instincts in some way - walking away from someone who is in escalating crisis. Especially I imagine when the addict is your child. But I give myself the grace of: nothing I did was curing or improving Ex’a addiction, but I really was ruining my life in the process. It’s only now that I have left and we are no contact that I realise just how hideous my life had become - constant anxiety, worrying, being on the end of verbal abuse, really just consumed by Ex’s addiction.
Dont feel guilty about the explosions. We have all had them. I don’t think it’s humanely possible not to have them! You are watching someone destroy themselves and are utterly powerless to fix it. It’s hideous. It’s such a rollercoaster too - there are the glimmers of hope, and the dashed hope, and so much fear all the time. I can remember two epics meltdowns I had where I was furious and said vicious horrible things and just went ballistic. I was so angry that my happiness was tied to Ex’a recovery and it was completely out of my control.
I really have felt so much peace since I stepped off the hamster wheel. I still feel a cycle of emotions of guilty, angry at him, sad, and worried that he will never recover. I still dread that one day I’ll have a phonecall from a friend or family member to tell me he is dead. But it was such a relief to surrender to the realisation that I cannot change it and I cannot live a half life. I chose to save me. If others who know Ex think I am selfish, so be it, they can take over (they won’t) but will eventually come to the same realisation as me too.