One of the hardest parts is when I force myself to remember that part of mental illness, depression and other things, can be (of course) lack of motivation, hopelessness, a sense of futility, But I cannot help but see my son's options in the same way I saw my own, which was even though I lacked confidence, may have been sad, I pushed through and thereby created and recreated myself. This is my belief about life itself, that the making of it, is by the doing. I have learned that feelings change, based upon "faking it until you make it." My son uses feelings to justify not doing anything. While I understand this point of view, I find it unbearable to accept in my own child. I agree with SWOT about everything she posted to me--in theory. But when it comes down to my child--I seem unable to watch and wait when he is close to me. This is my way of thinking exactly, Lil.