My friend, my friend, my friend. Oh ,my dear friend. I cried during this entire essay. Sometimes wailing and moaning are the only appropriate words for situations like this.
I grieve with you understanding how addiction and mental illness impairs the entire family. My heart goes out to you, your wife, and baby Summer. Thank you for sharing your worry, struggles and grief with us. You are not alone. I love you my brother. Your struggle is my struggle and I hope by writing these words your burden is a tiny bit lighter.