My mother was the last one to give up on me when I was in the grip of my alcoholism and she kept me alive when I probably should have died. She, admittedly, enabled and was majorly codependent, but it was because of her dedication to me that I ultimately did get sober and never give up on anyone. Never. She was told to let me stay on the street, to give up on me and let me be homeless. She was told thtat I had to fall as hard as possible. She would not let that happen, but at the same time, she never stopped pushing me to never give up on myself. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY MOM!!
