I'm thinking. About making my friendship with dear Julie conditional.
Maybe that's a sign it ain't a true friendship. But what the heck. I
can't stand watching Julie disintegrate. Getting deeper and deeper into
depression. Deeper into alcoholic ways. And not allowing her loved ones
to intervene. Refusing to get help for herself. It's a complicated
situation. If I had the power and wherewithal, I'd have Julie committed.
Into extended treatment. For her steadily declining physical, mental
and emotional condition. If I were casting Julie in a movie, she'd play
someone just out of Auschwitz. She looks that bad. And her loved ones
tell me they feel powerless. Watching. Watching. Watching the decline.
I've been encouraging Julie to check into the Mayo Clinic. In nearby
Rochester, Minnesota. For a week-long exam and evaluation. I feel like
telling her, do it. Or else I'm cutting off our friendship. I will
disassociate myself with Julie. Until she agrees to enter the Mayo
Clinic. Tell me, am I doing the right thing? I think so. Desperate times
need desperate measures.
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