the other part of me is terrified that if I stop trying to find him and help him, that we will miss out on his finally getting clean and sober and getting some stability in his life
Beta. I think it's a fantasy when we think we can move on without wondering, hoping, and caring. They are our children. They never stop being our children. They will always be our children.
On the other hand, Josh has to do something, to be open to help, form a relationship, become clean and sober, or even connect. . We don't know if that will be tomorrow, next week, or next year. But you can't do it alone.
If it were me I would try to stay engaged with the helpful and caring people that have tried to help. I would develop these relationships on Facebook and even by phone, or meeting them. Because every single one of those people represent potential relationships with Josh, and eyes on him. Smiles. Watching over him. Watching out for him.
Maybe at some point you and your husband would go out to Arizona and be able to meet some of them. That is NOT nothing. That is something. Josh would hear about it. He would know.
That is so valuable.
After all these years on this forum I am talking on the phone or texting with my son a couple times a week. He wants my help but it is not help, that i want to give. He wants help on his terms, not mine. My son needs mental health treatment. He needs to accept housing, even if it is not the type he wants. I just keep repeating this like a broken record. I have no real assurance he will ever listen to me. in a way we are in the same place. But trying is something. We try for ourselves.
Look at those parents of hostages in Gaza. Not one of those parents knows their child will come home, and whether they will be whole people, and ever be able to function or recover. We are NOT the only people in life that deal with not knowing what will be. Life is hard.
But the thing is Beta, you have to look in the mirror and see what you're capable of. I am barely capable of talking to my son. But I don't think we can turn away either, not long-term. But I turned away a long, long time. Because I could not take it. We are worth saving, too.