So, my son is on the streets - as far as I know - and hasn’t contacted me for days. When we last spoke he sounded in despair. I encouraged him to look into sober living houses and gave him a couple places he could call. He said he couldn’t do that, he wants to stop drinking and taking hard drugs but he ‘needs’ the pot because it helps him manage his anxiety. I told him it doesn’t seem to be doing a very good job, and suggested he might find he feels better without it. I’ve read studies that seem to suggest that pot has a rebound effect for people with anxiety that actually makes it worse over time, even when it seems to be helping in the short term. He said I may be right but right now the short term is all he can manage. I asked him to please promise me he wouldn’t hurt himself and he said he didn’t think he could promise that right now. He didn’t ask for anything from me, didn’t ask to come stay here, and I didn’t offer. I told him I loved him and believed he was capable of figuring this out. He said that meant a lot but he wasn’t sure if I was right. No tantrums, no demands, no blaming. He just sounded ...resigned. Since then his phone has been off - he uses the kind of phone where you pay for minutes up front, and it is often off. I have no idea where he is and have no way of getting in touch with him. I don’t know who his friends are anymore, or if he even has any left at all. He is closest to his sister (my other difficult child), but she hasn’t talked to him either. So I’m just waiting to hear, and worrying. I keep thinking -what if he does hurt himself? What if he gets hurt or killed on the streets? I don’t have a specific question, I guess. My heart is just hurting, and I can’t seem to quiet my worried mind.