Whenever life takes a nasty turn I try to ask myself how did I contribute toward it? Don’t get me wrong, I’m neither a victim nor am I (any longer) the over responsible person who must blame themselves for everything. I just know that in order to change the route you must be aware of the place you came off the road, onto the bumpy dirt path, that led you into the swampy ditch. Then you can drag your muddy ass up out of the hole you find yourself in and never take that road again. This doesn’t happen if you don’t take responsibility for that first (or the second) wrong turn and learn from it.
The question is what do you do when you are watching someone else heading for the ditch and you can tell the hole they will be in might just swallow them up and they have no idea where they got off the road? You might think to jump in, waving your hands and screaming, “Save yourself” or “Watch out ahead.” Maybe you even throw yourself in the ditch a few times so they can step over your back avoiding most of the mud. But then how will they ever learn to change the route?
Sometimes, as painful and dangerous as it feels, the only answer is to let go and detach with love, standing to the side while letting your heart fly from your chest, into the ditch, and hope that somehow all the love you have in it will provide the strength to that lost soul to get back on the road that leads somewhere better.
The three things I cannot change are the past, the truth and you.
Anne LaMott
Magnolia Beginnings 
You’re right, dear friend, it is the most difficult thing to do…but it sounds a necessary one for your own sake. The guiding light of your heart’s love will always spotlight a better path, but it’s up to [them] to go to there. I’m thinking of you, you’re in my heart, and I’ll pray for those you love to see that light…xoxo
xx
So much truth here, my friend. You’re in my thoughts…
Thank you Lori
Hard to do, but sometimes it’s the best you can do. ❤
Diana xo
Love that quote!
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You are totally right. I learned the hard way that trying to stop a moving train only serves to harm the one on the tracks. Sad though isn’t it that helping someone has to be monitored and that loving someone is not enough sometimes. I really dislike detachments, but have them down pat.