She lives next door to me. She calls me. I am not comfortable just hanging up on her or refusing to talk to her. I have stopped cooperating when she asks for help. She asked me to go the store or run other errands for her, and I tell her that she has made her choice and to have my younger sister do it for her. So, I am slowly drawing lines, but just keep hoping that her mental illness will go into remission again and . . . I don't know.