Sometimes the people we love make mistakes and we have to watch as they go through the difficult stages – disbelief, grief, rage, depression, acceptance and, If they are lucky, change. It should be natural, part of human nature. We do it for them because they would do it for us.

Yet, I think watching it, knowing that there is nothing you can do about it besides talk to closed doors, deaf ears, and speak endless thoughts could not change the course of history because even if what you are saying is logical, they may not be ready to hear it. They may not be willing to hear it. They may make the same mistake again, then again.

You could be standing there, at that same door, begging for them just to let you in – to hear you out, for months, for longer. As the family, as the friend, you go through those same stages too because all you want is for them to be okay, you want them to be happy, and to do better next time but there is no guarantee that they will, that is the worst part.

The mere thought of giving up, of walking away, of being silent feels as though you are mourning someone who has not yet passed. And if you are anything like me, I want to scream, yell, kick, and fight for the right to see them as they deserve to be, happy.

I’m here, standing at that door and it’s locked. I’m scared that it is too late to make a difference but I’ll keep standing here anyways hoping one day that it will open.