son in homeless shelters
My son called collect from a library last night. He was evicted from his apartment (again) and has just some clothes with him. After years of enabling, we now understand that we have no control over his life, and must let him live the life he chooses. This is a handsome, once popular, athletic young man, who seems to be totally oblivious to what he is doing to himself. His drugs of choice now seems to be Adderall (sp?) with Paxil and Xanax and probably beer. My heart is so sad. I find I must pray for God to take this from me, or I stay tense all day. Aren't these supposed to be the good years? Going to an alanon meeting tonight to get back on track.