I made a huge mistake yesterday. For a few hours, I kept obsessing about it and since I realized my mistake while I was downtown yesterday, I nearly turned down a one-way street toward an oncoming car--I could have killed both my son and me. I can be a very distracted driver when I get caught up in my thoughts. I am now past the woulda, shoulda, coulda that I went through for a few hours yesterday but the main, serious problem that we were trying to resolve still remains unresolved. The thing is, it is not my problem, I take ownership of my son's problems then only make them worse....and, even worse, he is the one who needs the support but then I fall to pieces and end up needing support when it's his serious problem, not mine. I really don't know how to help him other than take so many meds that I am an unemotional zombie incapable of causing trouble....