They need a help I can not provide.

I only hope they can come out of this, and more so, hope they don’t drag me and the rest of us down with them to some nightmarish rock bottom that repair from will be a living hell for those who did not perish more immediately.

That I feel like they have to hit some sort of rock bottom with it before they will be able to return to an area where I can be around them. And it is something they will have to do by themselves, without my influence, as it seems anything I ever attempted to provide only caused them to bunker down

One that I feel a bit responsible for, as my attempts to “agree to disagree” and “just dont bring up politics or religion” just to keep the peace and get in a pleasant evening of cards, was a sort of form of enablement.

I feel like these people have become afflicted with an addiction.

An addiction that is as bad as alcohol or drugs or gambling.

One that has taken over their lives and judgement.

One that they are completely willing to put before me or other loved ones in their family.