Sadly, I'm regressing. Detachment 101 is not working. The Serenity Prayer is not working. Sleep is not happening. All I do is fret and worry what is happening to her and how she will survive in this world with no education and no skills. I've suggested she look into Job Corps. No response. I've suggested she go to unemployment office to see what they have to offer. Said she would until her friends convinced her that was a bad idea. The military is out because of weight issues even if she gets her GED -- not much too heavy, just enough to not qualify. Strangely, the bigger fear for me is that she will want to come back home. I honestly don't want her here and that just feels so mean and heartless to me. I think thoroughly cleaning her room and finding some of the things I did was my breaking point. I don't want to live with someone who doesn't understand you put used personal hygiene items and garbage in the trsah, not leave them on the floor; who thinks dirty dishes are excellent room decor, especially when they get mouldy; who never has anything clean to wear because dirty and clean clothes all end up in scattered all over the floor -- on top of everything else. I just don't want that back in my home. I had honestly thought it was just clothes on her floor. Had I known before she moved out, I'm not sure what I would have done; probably lost it entirely. Strange that I could live with lies, manipulation, theft, and even violence towards me, but I can't live with the filth. Is there something wrong with me that my priorities are so skewed?