Thank you for your letter.
I don’t have any family member to speak with. Most of my family has passed away. I am married but not to my son’s father. And my husband doesn’t really get it. He does not have kids of his own. He just wants me to be safe. Which is good, but behind my back I hear him calling my son all sorts of names and that he doesn’t get why I still want my son in my life. So he isn’t someone I can really talk with.

I have only tried therapy once and it made me feel worse about myself. So I am very hesitant to try again.

Like you some moments are ok, then something triggers me and I am in a puddle again. My son being homeless, if it rains I can’t stop worrying about him. Wondering where he is? Is he dry, is he sitting on the street in the rain?