I watched my son walk away yesterday after having police assistance removing him from his grandmother's home. He isn't supposed to be there due to a volatile past with her. It killed me to see him walk down the street with everything he owns in a backpack. He kissed me on my cheek before he left and said I love you. I only could cry and stumble the words I love you. My son is 24 and has been diagnosed with Schizophrenia....this time. In the past it has been bipolar, and post traumatic. I really don't know if the doctors even know. My son is paranoid and quick to anger usually resulting in something broken. There is a long dark past with my son that needless to say has left him homeless. I hurt every day for him and I am so helpless as his mother that my own guilt for his life now eats me up. I know I am not to blame but I don't fully believe that. I have never done an online thread before and honestly not sure how much I will participate or need responses but for what it's worth it helps to vent and thank you for reading.