In about six hours my 18 year old bipolar daughter will be homeless again. I am so sick with worry that I bought a pack of cigarettes and smoked 2 yesterday and I have not smoked in 25 years. I have a big knot in my stomach and have been crying all day. No one can handle her and everyone has tried. I hope I worry myself into a coma. I don't see any escape from this pain and constant worry.
Any help out there?