‘I have spent the last ten years in a permanent state of hope. An unwavering hum of hope that a loved one would change. I woke up, I hoped. I went to bed, I hoped. I lit candles, I sat by bedsides holding hands, I laser-focused my entire being hoping that I could love this person back from the brink of addiction. ‘I can save them,’ I vowed with a heady determination – ‘I’ll never...