Today is another day of the hitting rock bottom process, my mom was discharged from the hospital with no where to go, my cousin picked her up (thank god) and drove her around to shelters and found no openings, then dropped her off at my step dad's porch. He took her to a hotel and put her up for the night. And maybe tonight too. She's apprently gotten into a great rehab in our area but can't go until Friday. I sent her a pizza and bottle of soda via a delivery and told her I love her. I feel like it's the least I could do. although I questions myself if I am doing the right thing by separating myself from the situation and avoiding my family because I don't want to fight with them about it.