It took a long time to come to the realization that my son is addicted to drugs. I don't know what he uses, but everything in his actions over the past 10 years tells me that he is a user. I never wanted to believe it. Or maybe I just preferred to hide it away rather than deal with the reality. He called me this morning. I haven't heard from him in two months and when I tried to locate him, a friend of a friend told me that he had been kicked out of the last place he lived and that he was homeless. Over the phone my son could barely speak. It was more like mumbling. He said that he's doing badly. He said he has an infection. I don't know what that means because he couldn't tell me. He told me he needed money. That is a given with any communication. I wired him money because it's the only way I can live with myself. To appease my own guilt for watching my son drown as my own life flourishes. He promised to call me tonight to give me an address where I can go to see him this weekend and try to help him. He hasn't called. I am dying inside. I love my child more than life but it is killing me to stand back and watch him sink. I'm going to try and reach him and then head out to find him. I don't know if I should look for a homeless shelter or a rehab. Is there any place that will take him? I don't have a lot of money so anywhere expensive is not an option. I've tried to keep this brief because of course, there is so much more background to this story. But I could really use some direction. And some advice. How can I help him when I live so far away? Even if I get him into a home or a rehab, I am not close by. I'm looking for as much info online as I can find and that's where I found this site. I'm glad I'm not alone. So many others are going through very similar situations. But it's also overwhelmingly sad to see so many hurting. And it really really hard...to not blame myself.