After several weeks of progress, it all fell apart again. Dear daughter went to court on her drug charge a couple of weeks ago and got very, very lucky. She texted and said she used her disability check to pay off her fine and went to her surgeon to set up the last phase of her physical recovery. That was Wed. I was starting to relax a little. Not think she had recovered or was past the worst, because I have had that rug pulled too many times, but but thought she was at least creeping ahead and making good choices. She was arrested for drugs and shoplifting this weekend. So now there is no doubt she is using again and it is escalating. She bailed herself out. Roommate is done and kicked her out. Boyfriend is done and ended it. She lied to her dad, hasn't contacted me at all. She has moved in with a relative who already knows he can't handle her and is worried what to do when she blows up or does something she shouldn't. She has burned almost every bridge and is about to run out of sympathy and handouts. And now I am going to be blunt. She needs institutionalized. She is in no way capable of making proper decisions or taking care of herself. But as an adult, she can hurt herself all she wants. The only place she will get to is jail. She needs drug and psychological counseling. She needs isolated from everything she knows and a chance to see the world differently. She doesn't want it. She says she doesn't have a problem. I know she is probably going to end up homeless. I also know I will probably be the one to bury her unless something drastically changes. That thought takes my breath away, but it is there. She almost died once - not even 6 months ago - and it did not scare her. It is a miracle she is alive right now. And she is back to what she was doing and it is escalating. I believe there are some people who have no rock bottom. There is no consequence or loss that is great enough or frightening enough for them to change. They barrel through life, headed toward the cliff with their foot pressed on the gas as hard as it can go. Nothing makes them hesitate, slow down, much less stop or turn around. I fear my daughter is one of those people. And she gets closer and closer to the cliff each day.