To the sibling who struggles with addiction & to the one who does not,

I watched Four Good Days recently and cried at the ending with the kind of relief that settles deep into the body. Molly survived. Somehow, after all the destruction, stress, chaos and exhaustion, she was still alive. And then I noticed, how it made me feel that her sister played such a small role and had no place in that happy ending. To me that significance buzzed louder in my emotional rollercoaster than the seemingly soft landing back at home with mom for Molly.

I realized while watching it that I have immense compassion for people struggling with addiction. But there is still one place in me where compassion catches in my throat.