Through a Glass, Darkly

There is a woman I am painfully aware of who regularly drinks herself into oblivion as a way to cope with her life. She bemoans her appearance, indicating she looks old (she is in her early seventies) and feels shame and remorse about her lack of self control and her self destructive drinking.

She is all too recognizable as an archetype here in Florida. I feel dismay when I think of her and am not sure how to ever help her or her many…