Hello. I thought life was puttering along in an okay place, but I was wrong. Last week, Ferb asked to be taken to the hospital for suicidal Ideation. I explained to him that they would likely keep him for a few days. We spent a long, boring day in the emergency room. Once he was moved to a different hospital with a psychiatric unit, he realized that he would be locked in, and he broke down in tears. It was painful to leave him, barely an adult, in such a sad state. He called me at home about an hour later in tears. I had to give him a pep talk about needing to stay and learning something from the experience. Through talking with him I now know that he is drinking alcohol and smoking weed while with his friends. He does not have a steady routine and is often overly tired. He is failing two of his classes and overwhelmed with college applications and decisions for what he will do next year. The up side is that he is now on an antidepressant. He has some good friends who care about him. We have an appointment with his therapist this evening, and he now has a psychiatrist. He reached out for help. He is talking to me. I wish I knew how to get him vested in his own future.