When Someone You Love Relapses: The Part Nobody Talks About

Even now, years after finding my own peace, watching someone else go through that same chaos hits a nerve I genuinely thought had healed, but sometimes it is hard to ignore someone else’s pain you recognise and once lived in. And in my case, recovery never came. I had to face the truth that the person I loved died prematurely, long before addiction loosened its grip and sometimes that loss reemerges.

But this blog isn’t about shaming the addict or offering neat advice. It’s me processing what it feels like to witness relapse from the outside, knowing how and what the loved one is going through while everyone’s attention is fixed on the person who’s picked up again. Meanwhile there is someone who hadn’t picked up or relapsed who is equally affected, yes, the addict is going through a quad mire of emotions, but so are their loved ones too, so in this blog I wanted to honour of them

Nobody wakes up one day and decides, “I’m going to be an addict.” but neither do their loved ones. Yet here they are thrown into a life none of us ever chose.

Relapse after a stretch of sobriety isn’t just something the person using goes through, everyone who loves them feels it too. When they slip, you fall with them. Not because you’re weak or naïve, but because love isn’t something you can switch off, no matter how hard you try.

And I know the scenario well. More often than not, [usually after a hospital admission] my dad would sometimes try to abstain. I remember it well, I’d cling onto those brief windows of hope, they had the ability to pull me in every single time. But when his attempt failed, there were alot of time I found it hard not to take it personally.

And it’s not surprising, nor is it wrong neither, after-all you’ve poured emotional and practical support into them, invested your time, your energy, your heart… and so when they pick up again, it can feel like all of that has been thrown back in your face. You try and tell yourself it isn’t about you and logically, you know that. But it still stings. It still bruises something deep. Because you weren’t just hoping for them; you were hoping for you too. Hoping that this time might be different. Hoping that all the effort, all the care, all the sleepless nights might finally mean something.

In my case, recovery never came. I had to face the brutal truth that the person I loved died prematurely, long before addiction loosened its grip. That kind of loss doesn’t disappear; it teaches you things you never asked to learn.

Supporting someone in addiction is a cycle of casting out hope, faith, and support… only to reel in something completely different, like the…

Denial: The “I’m fine” when noting about you situation is fine.
Accusations: That we don’t understand
Broken promises: “I’ll stop tomorrow” that never comes.
Lies: Not out of cruelty, but because addiction rewires truth.
False hope: The good day that tricks you into believing the bad days are gone.
Chaos: The kind that becomes normal even though it shouldn’t.

You keep on casting out hope, but instead reel in heartbreak.

You cast again.

But you reel in disappointment.

You cast again.

You reel in silence.

And despite it all

You go back and cast again

Sounds a lot like addiction doesn’t it and yet, the insane part is we aren’t the ones who are fucking intoxicated.

There are those who will say “Leave them to it, let them make their own mistakes.” But when you know, deep down, that the person you love doesn’t yet have the skill set to see beyond the lies their addicted brain feeds them, stepping back feels like abandoning them to drown, so instead you

• Wait for the phone to ring
• Brace yourself for the next apology
• Hope that this time they mean it
• Pretend you’re not scared or angry
• Pretend you’re not breaking

And the only thing that have got left to cling onto is hope.

But hope alone doesn’t tell you what to do while you’re waiting for them to choose recovery again, or worst still accept the hard truth that recovery might never knock on their door? This is the question nobody prepared me for.

The very same question that kept me awake at night, but in the meantime, in the midst of all the madness I had to try and figure out [and here is where the wisdom comes in instead of advice] the kinda shit you only learn by living it and realising that

Support without boundaries becomes self sacrifice.
Hope is powerful, but it cannot be your only plan.
Protecting your own sanity isn’t selfish, it’s survival.
You are allowed a life outside their addiction.
Loving someone fiercely doesn’t mean losing yourself.

But more importantly, you learn and come to realise that sometimes, what you are going through isn’t a failure, it’s just a reality you didn’t choose.

The bottom line is, there are no easy answers. But if you’re living this or reliving it through someone else, please know this: you’re not alone.

Love Tracey

 

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