It’s hard to decide sometimes what to blog about and what to just not mention. There’s been a lot of drama in my life lately. I don’t like drama, so I don’t like to blog about it. So I will write the short version. My daughter has become homeless, without transportation, and deeply in debt due to someone taking advantage of her generosity and lack of clear boundaries. She is living with me now. She has a job but will soon be downsized. And she broke her shoulder while biking home from work. Trust me, what I just said is just the tip of what’s happened. Trips to the ER, trips to Ogden, dropping her off at a homeless shelter and a psych hospital, and oh the list goes on. She is diagnosed with bipolar disorder and a personality disorder. Mental illness is a terrible thing to live with, for the patient and for the family. I used to think she would get better as she ages. But she is 38 now and not well at all. I used to rescue her a lot but I just don’t have it in me anymore. I have realized I can’t live someone’s life for them. I’ve been enabling her to depend on me being the safety net. My focus now is to allow her to help herself and solve her own dilemmas without me running to the rescue. I think that’s best. It’s hard, but I can do it.