I can’t keep doing this. I just can’t. It’s wearing me out being one of the few responsible people in a family of emotional leeches.
Even the people I love and like are now at the point where I don’t want to- no, I can’t talk with them anymore. It’s just too much stress on me to try to hold their world up and my own while trying to simultaneously get my life back on track. I just can’t do it.
Last night, I snapped. I never thought I’d ever raise my voice to the person I did it to but it happened. It all came out, through tears and a lot of fear, anger, and rage, that I was frightened for them and worried that the path they were going down was going to be detrimental to their life and, quite possibly, the lives of others around them. He didn’t know what to say and, quite frankly, neither did I. I just let what flew out flood out. 
I love this person but I just cannot and will not sacrifice my own sanity and health to keep them stable. Other people talking this person down can only go so far.
“Vampire Honeybee” was right; He’s got to take responsibility for himself and get up to fight this himself instead of depending on everyone else to boost his self-esteem. Wise lady she is.
