Almost 22, living on his own since he was 18, lives in another state, but I've been watching him slowly spiral down, but he never gave me enough window into his life to realize the problem.
I gave him some advice, told him he has insurance coverage until his birthday so we can get him into something until then, talked lovingly and let we know we care, and then punched the wall.
I have bruised knuckles. And a frustrated, worried heart. And anger that's just starting to percolate up.