It’s an awful, terrible thing to watch someone we love harm themselves, deliberately, insanely, despite the awful consequences of the behavior, and knowing where it’s leading.

I think we need to speak up and help if we’re asked, but we can’t do more than we can do, and ultimately we are not responsible for fixing someone else and we can love them dearly but we have to entrust them to the hands of fate/God/joss/nature/the universe.

At least that’s the theory. I’ve ignored it on occasion in the past.