Hello Perske
Glad to see you here posting. Nice to meet you, but sorry it is under sad circumstances.
Mom does not drink to hurt you or anyone else. She drinks because she believes it is her safe hiding spot from her world. Somewhere along the way, she found it easier to hide in alcohol than cope with whatever in her life. Life scares the hell out of addicts and alcoholics. We are burying things we do not want to face... grief, hurt, fear of something we think is too hard to face and deal with. It is, of course, a fantasy land and a crummy one at that. It is a fatal land. Usually, we know it at some level, but we are too afraid to leave it.
Sadly, until Mom is ready, willing and commited to finding sobriety, it just is not going to happen. What is the trigger that motivates some of us to seek recovery and sobriety? Truthfully, no one can know until it happens. For some it is facing the loss of family. For some, arrest. For some, it is health. For some, it is a chance remark that for unknown reasons hits home hard.
We can not change others' thinking about alcohol and addiction, but we can change our own. I think Al-anon meetings would be extremely helpful for you and those around Mom who care about her. Those in Al-anon can offer support and suggestions on ddealing with loved ones caught in addiction and alcholism. It is a concrete, practical step for you to take.
One thing people at Al-anon would tell you is not to let yourself be trapped by the worRAB of the addict. My personal feeling, and I say this gently, is that Mom is killing herself already by a slow suicide. Do not let her threat of suicide stop you if you feel she neeRAB to be commited to a rehab. She is not thinking with a rational mind. On the other hand, you are. Take whatever steps you feel are rational and practical.
I do not know anything about liver counts. I do know, though, on a practical level, that no one can continue to abuse alcohol and not eventually have severe liver damage. Last summer, I lost a friend to alcohlism. Her liver had been damaged beyond compare. Ironically, that was actually her trigger to fight and attempt recovery. When I last saw her, she was eating properly and looked wonderful. I was so happy for her. Three weeks after I last saw her, she died. She had waited too long. Our bodies have remarkable powers to restore themselves if we give it a chance before it is too late. Hopefully, Mom still has the time to do it and to find her way back to living life in reality.
Best wishes to you in this terribly difficult situation.
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