When I see those I love sink further and further into this disease it is painful to witness. I watch those I love steeped in denial, coming up with a new set of rationalizations for each manifestation of the disease and I feel deep frustration and sometimes despair at their unwillingness to see the reality that is growing like yeast before their eyes. It hurts to hear them use rationalizations to let themselves off the hook. But those rationalizations, that denial is their disease. It is infuriating to watch them go about their day seemingly free of the kinds of anxieties and worries that I experience because their denial is working so well for them. It leaves me feeling completely helpless, frustrated and alone. It makes me want to scream at everyone or to fix them. When I fix to make my own pain go away, it doesn’t work. The “help