So I will try and make this long story as short as possible. My brother and his fiance have always been the people i trusted and cared most about, in fact they in many ways are really who raised me to become who I am today. Although we have always been very close and have bonded through struggles within our family and lives a little while back a new challenge arose.
After years of wondering why my childhood seemed quite different from theres we found out my father was addicted to cocaine for the past few years. Us all having been out of the house this was not a huge deal but it certainly effected us and from there on out we decided that we would be our own model of a perfect family. The biggest thing they really believed in was complete trust and honesty. The concept that you shouldn't lie to to someone in order to "protect" them because in the end it will only hurt more. They believed anything that happened we could get through together as a family.
However at the time we found this out I had just begun a downward spiral into drugs although at the time I had no idea what was to come and was struggling more with depression then drug abuse. Anyways you would think me being smart I would have just admitted right then and there the issues i was having but instead i did the opposite. They had always been there for me so much that I always felt the only way I could repay them was by being the strength we needed and by showing that you can be strong throughout all the struggles. But on the inside I was dying and things only got worse. As things got worse it continued to be a downward spiral. They had done so much for me that I couldn't bare to disappoint them (even though I knew they would be there for me) and as i got worse it was almost as if the hiding and secrecy was just growing bigger and bigger and becoming harder and harder to admit to.
Anyways after a while of battling all my demons I was lucky to get through my issues and get clean alone. Since then while I have occasionally struggled a little bit I have been for the most part clean and reasonably happy as well. Funny enough I always imagined when I was clean and happy it'd be so easy to admit to my past struggles but instead it has become harder. As I see myself happy and clean now it's so hard to tell people because i am not that person anymore. None the less that time of my life defined who I am as a person, and having no one know especially the people closest to me makes me feel like no one really understands who I am.
All in all this was something that bothered me a little bit but has only recently become a huge issue in my life. Unfortunately not long ago my brother was diagnosed with a very very serious cancer that almost nobody has ever survived. In so many ways I want to tell him and his fiance now what I have been through before it may be too late. I can't stand the thought of them never knowing who i really was and what I have been through. But at the same time I feel this maybe out of selfish motivation. They are struggling so much and dealing with so much I have no idea how to add this to there issue. I don't want them to worry about me relapsing or thinking that his illness could be a trigger for my drug use. None the less I know how strongly they feel about not lying to protect them but this situation just seems like such a different ball game then anything else. I really can't decide what to do and whether or not i should tell them. I don't want too hurt them anymore then they are already hurting but at the same time it's so hard to have them not know and I also feel as though I am not as there for them as I should be because I feel so misunderstood.
Well sorry for the long read it ended up being more then I thought but any help or advice would be appreciated. Do you think I should just tell them? Or do you think I need to just hold my secrets to protect them? Another thing I was thinking of was maybe just telling his fiance and seeing what she thought?
After years of wondering why my childhood seemed quite different from theres we found out my father was addicted to cocaine for the past few years. Us all having been out of the house this was not a huge deal but it certainly effected us and from there on out we decided that we would be our own model of a perfect family. The biggest thing they really believed in was complete trust and honesty. The concept that you shouldn't lie to to someone in order to "protect" them because in the end it will only hurt more. They believed anything that happened we could get through together as a family.
However at the time we found this out I had just begun a downward spiral into drugs although at the time I had no idea what was to come and was struggling more with depression then drug abuse. Anyways you would think me being smart I would have just admitted right then and there the issues i was having but instead i did the opposite. They had always been there for me so much that I always felt the only way I could repay them was by being the strength we needed and by showing that you can be strong throughout all the struggles. But on the inside I was dying and things only got worse. As things got worse it continued to be a downward spiral. They had done so much for me that I couldn't bare to disappoint them (even though I knew they would be there for me) and as i got worse it was almost as if the hiding and secrecy was just growing bigger and bigger and becoming harder and harder to admit to.
Anyways after a while of battling all my demons I was lucky to get through my issues and get clean alone. Since then while I have occasionally struggled a little bit I have been for the most part clean and reasonably happy as well. Funny enough I always imagined when I was clean and happy it'd be so easy to admit to my past struggles but instead it has become harder. As I see myself happy and clean now it's so hard to tell people because i am not that person anymore. None the less that time of my life defined who I am as a person, and having no one know especially the people closest to me makes me feel like no one really understands who I am.
All in all this was something that bothered me a little bit but has only recently become a huge issue in my life. Unfortunately not long ago my brother was diagnosed with a very very serious cancer that almost nobody has ever survived. In so many ways I want to tell him and his fiance now what I have been through before it may be too late. I can't stand the thought of them never knowing who i really was and what I have been through. But at the same time I feel this maybe out of selfish motivation. They are struggling so much and dealing with so much I have no idea how to add this to there issue. I don't want them to worry about me relapsing or thinking that his illness could be a trigger for my drug use. None the less I know how strongly they feel about not lying to protect them but this situation just seems like such a different ball game then anything else. I really can't decide what to do and whether or not i should tell them. I don't want too hurt them anymore then they are already hurting but at the same time it's so hard to have them not know and I also feel as though I am not as there for them as I should be because I feel so misunderstood.
Well sorry for the long read it ended up being more then I thought but any help or advice would be appreciated. Do you think I should just tell them? Or do you think I need to just hold my secrets to protect them? Another thing I was thinking of was maybe just telling his fiance and seeing what she thought?
