However, after Corey was released from jail and went to the "safe house" (that's just such a misnomer knowing what I know now) he was hooked up with a "case worker" who had issues of his own. C was able to continue his most recent addiction to "benzos." This guy basically told my son that he could do whatever he wanted as "he had his back."
I don't want to bore you with the details, but long story short: Corey was picked up last Friday after he wrecked his car, got a DUI (drugs, not alcohol), spent the night in jail, and went to detox for benzodiazepines, which are so incredibly horrible that many detox/rehab places won't take patients going through this withdrawal. It might take years for him to be totally free of the effects.
And my already shaky hope for Corey's recovery has slipped even further from the positive. I love him, I pray for him, and I try to see the best. But I am steeled for the worst.
It's not a good feeling.