I want to share a story with you. On Saturday, my husband's older brother, who lives with us, took a…

I want to share a story with you. On Saturday, my husband's older brother, who lives with us, took a bunch of pills — a pack of antipsychotics, sleeping pills, and blood pressure medication, and washed it all down with vodka. My husband is 48 years old, an alcoholic since at least 2012, a person who is always intoxicated, even when working. He had a failed business in the past, the bank took his apartment, he has four wonderful children with one woman — his ex-wife. He's smart, educated, with a peculiar sense of humor and a contradictory personality. I don't know what causes him to drink, maybe something broke him, or maybe he's just weak, but that's how it is. Of course, it was noticeable that alcoholism affected his social life and definitely his mental state. Sometimes you'd discuss something with him, like his alcoholism again, he'd be in the conversation, and then suddenly say something as if we'd been discussing something completely different for the past half hour. There were moments when he seemed to have delusions of grandeur, always thinking everyone was delighted with him, that he knew everything best and knew everything well. At other times, he admitted he couldn't live like this anymore, that he was dying from alcohol, that even vodka didn't agree with him anymore, but he couldn't get out of bed without it and would go for an IV drip, sleep it off, eat some pills they gave him at the clinic, and live a little longer. Periods without alcohol shortened; sometimes he could go a month without drinking, but more often it was literally a week, or he might even have a little nip the next day and then it would escalate. Lately, he was even drinking all day and took a pill at night to sleep, trying to break free from the constant urge to drink. So, he spent 24 hours in intensive care in a coma on a ventilator. Then he regained consciousness, but his mind was confused, with hallucinations. For example, my husband, his brother, came to see him, and he imagined that besides my husband, I and a friend he hadn't seen in years due to alcoholism had also entered the room. And all sorts of other things. He denies taking so many pills. He asks why they called an ambulance if he just wanted to sleep. He's paranoid that they're trying to send him to a mental institution because "he's a burden to everyone and nobody needs him." I want to note that he has indeed worn everyone out with his behavior, personality, and lifestyle, but he's a good person and everyone loves him. They tell him this constantly. And now, when you see how a person behaves after a failed attempt, that he doesn't admit the problem now, that he's not aware that he tried and was saved, that people are worried and caring for him, it's like a clarification. That all these "switches" in his mood and so on are not just him being drunk, not just a bad temper, and not just jokes that were never presented as jokes, but it was simply impossible to believe that he was saying or doing things seriously. It's apparently something with his head now. Maybe it's due to his lifestyle, maybe stress at the time, maybe this episode of intoxication and coma. Clearly, all of this, both separately and especially in combination, affects his mental state. Perhaps a decision will be made about placing him in a relevant institution. I don't know on what grounds, for how long, or how it will all unfold. But one thing is for sure, this episode won't just pass. Our family's life has been divided into before and after. Just yesterday, this man was playing with our child, we were chatting, laughing sometimes, and you'd be bewildered by him, but you got used to it. And today, a psychiatrist will give a conclusion, and things won't be the same.