“It’s like fixing your broken hand with your broken hand,” she says.
Frustrated, I reply. “But if I have a hand that works…”
“It doesn’t matter,” she says, interrupting. “It’s up to them. They have to want to do it, they have to want to get better.”
And I know this. I know it deep down. I’m simply having a hard time coming to terms with this reality. This person, they have to want to get better, and escape from the reality they’ve created, the one that stands in such brutal opposition to the reality we see.
“I know,” I say, defeated.
They’ll hit rock bottom before they realize.
Necessary means to overcome.