The social worker and I went to see my daughter today. She was under the impression that she was to be discharged today. Her own assumption. They tell her they will talk about it and she hears that she is leaving. You all know how that goes I'm sure. Anyway, not only did she find out that she is not being discharged today or anytime this week, she was informed today by the social worker what the plan is when she is discharged. The sw told her that they are looking into a new residential program for her, well my poor daughter went crazy, screaming, crying, kicking the table and chairs. She went off on me of course, cursing at me and saying she hated me and that I ruined her life, yada, yada, yada. You all can imagine the rest, right? I was absolutely terrified this morning, I felt like I was going to be sick all morning, my nerves were (and still are) shot. It breaks my heart to see her that way. Even though I know this is what needs to be done to help her, it still hurts like hell!!! I do, however feel a sense of relief, now she knows what will be happening. I felt it was better not to say anything about her going back into residential for fear she will run away. The sw felt that we needed to include her in her treatment plan so as to not blind side her. She needs to have a trust between her and the sw as well as her and I. I do get that, but knowing her the way I do, I still feel she will try to run. I guess the worst part is over, she will have some time to adjust to the idea of her living outside my home again. I can't say that this part ever gets any easier. I am learning to detach and live my own life but breaking the bad news always stinks!!! My heart still breaks when I see her unwrapped like that, I want so much to love the demons away for her. I dont know if I will ever become complacent with this life. I am still so angry that this all is even happening to us!!!!! Woe is me. How pathetic, I know. Thanks for listening, I will keep you all posted.