Sadly, it is when my child seems to fall of the face of the earth that I feel so anxious and lost. I'm slowly accepting what I imagined my relationship with my daughter to be, will never be. So happy to have SOMETHING. Some connection, even if unhealthy. [emoji19]
What started it this time was a coworker asked how she was doing. My new generic answer is she's living her life, doing her own thing. They asked if she was living at home, where she was living, how she was surviving....like they just couldn't wrap their mind around her not being safe at home, in school, or working...like MOST 20 year olds. Just made the waves a little rougher to get over. Feel like I'm floating endlessly in the ocean far from land.