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This book is dedicated to my late brother, George Patrick Turner, who died prematurely at the age of forty-two of a drug overdose. My mind replays the reality of my involvement in enabling George for years, and ultimately in his death, that I want to forget. I miss him so much. Not a day goes by that I don’t wish he were here with me or I that could pick up the phone to call. Every time I speak to his daughter, Kaylah, I’m reminded of him. You have left me a piece of you, George. You will forever be in my heart. For all the times, I said yes when I should have said no, I’m able to write this book.


George and I were only thirteen months apart in age. We were inseparable growing up. I was one of those typical sisters who thought I was his mother and sister. I would tell him what, when, and how to do things, then state why my decision was best. When George was born, my mother told me, “That’s your baby, Sarita,” just so I wouldn’t get jealous. It was then my days of being an enabler began.  


To anyone who has had to struggle to survive, this book is dedicated to you. Writing this book would not have been possible if it hadn’t been for God. He protected me through my foolish decisions, and then gave me the strength to speak about the journey. To the countless people I’ve enabled in hopes of meeting their needs and covering my insecurities, I share my experiences. I pray that the story I’m about to share makes a difference in someone’s life.

Rest in Peace, George.

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