Sibling of an Alcoholic: Who Stole My Voice

The author doesn't often talk about her sister's addiction—not because she is ashamed, but because the word addiction doesn't even begin to capture the reality. It's just one word, and it can't hold the weight of the constant anxiety, the nights spent bracing for a phone call that might never come—or worse, the one that finally does. It doesn't reflect the heartbreak of watching a loved one lie, relapse, and unravel while the family tries to hold on—sometimes to hope, sometimes to each othe...