My son is still using and living on assistant in a housing place for the hard to house. His basic needs are covered at least. It's still very sad. Not a great place at all. I'm sure he's the youngest but its hard to tell. He's 33 now. Slim and well.. still handsome I'd say as his mother. His health is not great. I cry when i see him and he cried last time. I was hoping it was a good sign he showed emotion. I never stop hoping although he's not agreeing to treatment. I don't know much he uses but I do think it's fairly often. I'll carry on. Nothing else to do until he wants it. After being homeless two years does he have a bottom??  Mental health is much worse .

I try to keep myself busy and I work. I think of him most mornings. 

It's nice to be understood here with our troubles, guilt we carry, and pain. I wish the best for us here caretakers of sorts; loving from a distance.