Well, things for my daughter are still unstable. I am trying to deal with this, but waver back and forth between panic and compassion. On one hand I feel terrified of her plight, and am unsure if I have the stomach to watch her fail, despite the fact that it is up to her to run her own life. And on the other hand I feel that if I interfere she may be deprived of a chance to possibly make headway. I have chosen to be compassionate but not jump in. I have told her I care and that she can call me at anytime if she is needing to talk, she has not called. This is not easy stuff here. But by letting her know that I am here for her and will give her moral support, I have opened the door. I can only sit and watch and see what happens. She did get another job, at a nursing home near enough her to walk to work. She has been left without help after her daughter suddenly left her job which was supposed to supply money for rent/utilities etc. in exchange for babysitting services my daughter provided. So now she is again on her own and in a crises. I am hoping for a good outcome. On the other hand, the son who is in jail, has been attending chapel and seems to be doing as well as can be. He has never done that before so this is a change I have not seen in him. He had all his teeth pulled and will have to wait 6 mo. to get the plate they will make. He says he hates being with out teeth. All due to meth use!! How heartbreaking. He was such a good looking man and young boy. Now to see him looking like a man older than me. Well, it could be worse, he could be dead. I have to be grateful for some things like that. I just can't seem to handle the fact that all this drama never seems to stop. I just hate living never knowing what next. Really, what next? I can relate to pstd sufferes. I am living in fear all the time, handling things as well as I can.