ElsaMars,

I know what it's like to watch my children implode and feel helpless. At some point, the day after I put my son in the hospital for a too close for comfort suicide attempt, I remember hiding on the side of my house so no one would see me smoke. The pain was too great to bear. I couldn't get the images out of my head. But in a moment of clarity, I decided to just go ahead and let it happen. Let it go. Give it up as if it had actually happened. I found peace. And anytime he or my bipolar daughter suffers and begins to implode, I just let it go. It's really out of my control. I do what I can and leave the rest to greater powers than me. Maybe I needed to say that more than you needed to hear it.