I was pretty young (around 10 y/o) when my cousin's family were struggling with his meth addiction. I don't remember too much, but I remember that they were supportive and non-judgmental without encouraging his addiction. I think that helped because my cousin is now in his early forties and seems to be pretty comfortable living a life without meth. One thing I remember my uncle reminding him was to turn a relapse into a prolapse, which means learning from the relapse, like taking note of what caused the relapse and avoiding those triggers or handling them better. I guess the family really took all the professional advice to heart which made my cousin felt like he wasn't alone in his struggle. I just thought I'd share because it's a pretty inspiring story. Took me a while before sharing this because I had to ask permission from him before sharing the story (told him it was going to be anonymous anyway, but of course I didn't feel comfortable sharing such a personal story of his without asking).