I know I have PTSD from what I have gone through with my son. He ran away many,many, many times. This meant trips to the police station to report him as missing . A lot of the time I would drive around town looking for him. This often happened in the summer, now when I walk outside at night in the summer and hear the cicadas and smell night air I start to feel anxious. I also have changed the ring tone on my phone because when I hear it my anxiety peaks. Lately I have turned off the ringer altogether so I chose when to look at it to see if someone has called/text. His behavior has broken my heart numerous times.
I think getting to the point where you can step away and let them suffer is a process. The process is not in a straight line. Some days I am better at it then others. I know that I have done things for my son only to relieve my stress not something I am proud of but at the moment I just needed the stress to end.
Trying- I am sure you will get to where you need to be but it won't happen all at once. We all just do the best we can at the moment.