It all began in April of 2014, we got the phone call saying that you were in trouble and we needed to come back home to help you. That is when my everyone’s lives had changed. Come to find out, you were addicted to prescription drugs. Our parents decided to stay with you until you made the decision to come down and get clean.

This was on your birthday, there was a lot of shock, anger, disappointment, and sorrow that came with this decision. It was scary and we didn’t know how to properly help you and I’m sorry for that. You stayed with us for a few months and were even able to go on vacation with your (now) ex-husband, son, parents, siblings, and grandparents.

Everything was going great or so we thought.

After the family vacation, you left to go back home with your husband and son. Once you got back home you went to a rehab facility to get clean, and you did for quite a while and I’m so proud of you for doing that, I really am!

Fast forward to May of this year: we got that same phone call, and again rushed back home to see how we could help you.This time, it was different, you were different. This time, it wasn't painkillers you were addicted to, it was heroin. For the second time, you came back down to stay with us so we could help you, again.

Everything about this second visit was different, you were different, there was a lot more anger than sorrow. This time, we got you into an outpatient treatment facility, we tried doing everything right but it just didn’t seem like you wanted it.

I know drug addiction isn’t easy on anyone let alone the addict, but unless you want to get help and you show that you care, I’m done. I’ve tried to be that supportive sister, we’ve all tried, but you just don’t seem to get it. I don’t know what to do anymore, I’m sorry. There have been times when you have been doing great, but for some reason, they are short lived and the feeling that we were becoming a family again was gone.

I’m not writing this to tell you how much I hate you or anything like that. That's what I want to say, but I’m not going to. For 16 years of my life, I looked up to you, you were my big sister, and I loved hanging out with you and your friends. That joy and the closeness we had at one point is now gone.

I’m not giving up on you, but as of right now, we are no longer sisters.

You may be living in my home, but I don’t necessarily want anything to do with you. We may be family, but that is it. You are no longer deserving of the title, or the job, of being my sister. Maybe that will change in a few years when you are finally sober for good when we can be a family again.

This isn’t goodbye, and this isn’t me giving up on you. I just really need a break from your addiction.

I will always love you, but I’m done.