My son is in a big depression and I haven't been too far behind him. The only difference is that he is using and I am not.
The sad thing is that I allowed him to use me today and didn't say
no, and I didn't set a strong enough boundary; and I am not feeling too good about it at the moment. I am hurting, not only for myself; but for him. He wants to run, leave town, even though he knows that where ever he goes, he has to go along and his thoughts will follow him.
