I decided to open the door to my 19 uo daughter's room to put a couple things of hers away. She lives in filth. Last Christmas I couldn't take it any more and I cleaned her entire room...put clothes in bins out in garage. She brought them back in over time. Well it's that time of year again and I just wanted to see how bad her room was. It was as bad as I had expected. I texted her and told her I am appalled and she has no respect for herself or us. She said "I was planning on cleaning it before Christmas". I told her I would start on it for her. She said okay. She is only home a couple days at a time and prefers to live on the streets, in the park, or on couches. I really don't know. I know she should be the one to clean this room so I enabled again. Life goes on. I found two baggies of weed one inside a pillowcase and one under the other pillow.. Pretty small amounts but what do I know. Maybe a couple tablespoons worth in both. I flushed it all. We have told her no pot in our house. Then why do I feel guilty for flushing it? That's how distorted my heart and brain feel at times because of the awfulness of the last few years. She is not making any attempts to better herself or her life. If she was working, paying rent somewhere, attempting to grow up, even tiny bany steps at this point, I would not have the right to flush her stash. If it actually did help with depression and anxiety I would be ok with it but until they can come up with one that doesn't also get you stoned I don't believe this absolute garbage that it helps. For all I know it could have been what started it back at 14-15 but I don't think she was smoking back then. Maybe. But as it is right now I told her I will go in her room whenever I want because I pay the bills. I didn't say anything about finding her pot but she's in for a rude awakening at Christmas.