Our son started having problems when he was very young. He has a mental illness(es). As he got older things kept escalating. We have tried to help him (therapy, programs, psychiatrist, hospital, residential living for about a year and a half. Due to the mental and emotional abuse and stealing we had no choice but to make him leave at age 18. My son thinks nothing is wrong with his behavior, he thinks nothing is wrong even though medicine sometimes helped. He lies a lot and I think sometimes he does not even know what the truth is. We believe he knows we love him. He has been out of the house for about 2 months. I pray for my son all the time night and day and have his whole life. We believe he was sleeping at his girlfriends house for a while and now think he is on the streets. We feel like we are losing our son. The pain is always there and is almost always unbearable. We are constantly questioning ourselves: what did we do wrong, is it our fault, are we doing the right thing. Our oldest son believes that we are doing the only thing that we could, it's the only thing we had not done. My heart is breaking and unbelievably continues to break. It's almost impossible to help someone who does not want help. I don't know when we will see our son again. Believe it or not we did have a lot of happy times. Knowing that our son is out there and desperately needs help is so hard and heartbreaking. I found this website by pure accident, I like to think divine intervention and decided to see if it would help. Staying hopeful!