I was in a degenerative co-dependent psychosis. I enabled an addict and a narcissist and an all around mental health concern and was taken down low. I have named the kind of person I enabled one of the Just Sane Enough, the kind of person who walks the very fine line between functioning and being committed. I posit how they got that way and the impact of such people on human progeny. I describe my escape, clawing myself out of a dark hell populated with the demons of physical, emotional, and spiritual abuse and how I'd protected a child who'd done nothing wrong on the Earth except be born into the life of one of the Just Sane Enough, the gaggle of her demons, and a host of enabling sycophants. It is a memoir and a clinic and an expiation and a catharsis.