I came across this site this morning after searching Google for"help for my homeless son". I have spent some time reading through the posts and I am happy to know that I am not the only one out there going through this. I am the mother of 4 boys ages 26, 25, 23 and 20. My oldest son passed away from a drug overdose 6 years ago. My second son, who is 25, is homeless. My youngest two are doing well and are leading normal young adult lives. I am writing out of frustration of helping my son while at the same time trying to come to terms with the fact that he isn't helping himself. As I read posts, I realize that I am not alone. However, that does not make it any easier to walk away from your child. We asked my son to leave our home after his youngest brother informed us that he caught him using heroin. We couldn't have that in our home. As odd as it sounds, he stopped using and is clean, thank God! He still remains on the streets, bouncing from couch to couch for the night. Asking me for money for food occasionally. I am constantly giving him direction as to where to go for help in finding a job but he never follows through. His rational is that he never know where he is going to be living so it's hard to keep a job. I am so frustrated with all of this. The more I think about it the more I start to liken it to the "which came first, the chicken or the egg"? I understand that it would make it"easier" to have a place to call home so that you could have a place to shower and sleep but in order to have a place like that, you need to have money to pay for it, which requires a job. So which comes first? I came across a few posts that mentioned an organization called NAMI...I looked this up but am wondering if this is where my son or I need to start. Is homelessness a mental illness? I'm desperate and am looking for a place to start. I don't want my son to be homeless, I want the best for him. He needs direction. I know I can't force him to seek help, it's his path, not mine. But I can't shake the overwhelming feeling of being a patent who has failed my child somehow. Yes, I feel guilty. After my oldest son passed away, we sought group grief counseling, so that we could go as a family but we we're never able to find anything that was for families that had lost a sibling to drugs... they were for families who lost family members to illnesses like cancer. I don't have the money for a private counselor, that is why we choose a group. So I often wonder if my son has never recovered or grieved properly over his older brothers death. Maybe that is an excuse for his situation but it certainly crosses my mind and leaves me with overwhelming feelings of guilt on my part that I failed to help him deal with this horrific situation. I welcome any advice anyone has to offer.