Is there anything else to say? She did well for the first two months of being home, but it didn't last. She's been losing a lot of weight and her mood swings are massive. She hated having a curfew. Being home by midnight on a Friday & Saturday was unfair. At least she saved us the trouble of having to kick her out by leaving home Friday. The brakes are out on her car so she left that behind. We aren't fixing it. So, I don't know what she's going to do about her job, but it's not my problem. I packed up all the stuff she left behind. It's in the garage for whenever she comes back to get it. (So, what kind of drugs get you hooked on glow sticks? There were hundreds of those things around the room) We are doing okay. Still a bit mad at her for throwing her life away...again. And a bit heart-broken knowing that we have to go back to the place where we accept that she could die from this and that there is nothing we can do.