Cyranoak,
I know this pain. My daughter was using whatever she got her hands on, and disappearing with the drugged out dealer. He would get robbed or beat up every so often cause he was a fool.
And boy, I understand those riptides of emotion, actually pulling me out to the sea of alcoholism again. Just numb the fear and the pain. God, it was awful.
Just know that my daughter always found her way home, and a couple of times, the cops brought her home.
My thoughts are with you during this day.
Beth
mother of a foolish young girl.