How is it that two products of the same family who were dealt the same cards deal with life so differently?

One moves on with life while the other spirals down and out of control.

One grows up and learns to overcome the hand that was dealt while the other hides.

One decides to get help while the other wallows.

One learns happiness while the other seeks and never realizes when it’s right there infront of them.

One grows as a person while the other stays stunted.

One loves while the other hates.

One lives life while the other runs.

One thrives while the other wilts.

One tries to help while the other refuses.

One hurts for the other and tries to reach out while the other feels alone.

I am the first one.  I moved on.  I grew up and learned to overcome.  I decided to get help.  I learned happiness.  I grow as a person.  I love.  I live.  I thrive.  I try to help.  I hurt and reach out.

I am rejected.  I cry.  I worry.  I wish there was something I could do.  I am angry.

I wish I could redeal the hand we were both given but I cannot.  I must play my hand and make the best of it.

She is the other.  She will not move on, she spirals out of control.  She will not grow or overcome, she hides.  She will not get help, she wallows.  She cannot see happiness when it is right there.  She  stays stuned as a person.  She will not love, she hates.  She will not live, she runs.  She will not thrive, she slowly dies.  She will not accept help, she refuses.  She feels alone, she cannot see that someone is trying to help.

I can only do so much for her.  She loses everything she has in her live.  She is giving everything up.  I hurt for her.

I am losing her.  She has lost herself.