We brought my brother to detox today. He seemed okay about it and we were with him until they admitted him.
Around 5pm we got a call saying that he was crying hysterically and really wanted to see us. Visiting hours were from 6-7pm so we hustled down there. My baby brother(who is 6’2 and 180 pounds) was cradled on the bed crying his eyes out. Begging us to take him out of there. You could hear in his voice and see in his eyes how scared he was. The withdrawals were so terrible. If you know my little brother, he is NOT a drug addict. He is the funniest guy you could imagine, a SMART kid(he has been working by choice since he was 12….he was the manager of a pizza parlor until age 14, then became the desk manager at the JCC and recently has been my dad’s executive assistant). He is not some shady punk who is whacked out of his mind.
I know that he felt like this addiction had taken over him and that is why he asked for the help. It was just so hard seeing him there as he clenched onto our arms and hugged us. All i could do was tell him how strong he was for being there and how much i love him. I am VERY close with my siblings and especially my little brother(i also have an older brother and sister). He is my back bone. We have always been so close and this is just really hard for me. I can’t stop thinking about him and i just hope he isn’t in pain. I hope he is able to sleep tonight and that he will make it through the next few days of detox. I hope that you can all pray with me that he will be okay, I love him so much and want him to be clean and healthy.
Thanks for listening to the rambling, i just really needed to get it out.