The later at night it is, the worse it gets -- maybe sharing helps. My son had several health issues growing up but nothing life-threatening or so we thought. It was mutually agreed that he continue living at home as an adult. I realize now I took for granted all the ways he made a positive difference in my life. In the 3rd week of April, my son began having chest and back complaints. I brought him to the ER to get checked out especially since he was born with a heart abnormality. The Dr diagnosed the issue as non-cardiac related chest pain and advised to follow up with his PCP. On the drive home, we made an appointment 4 days later. My son took over the counter pain medication as prescribed over the weekend. When I got home from work that Monday, I went upstairs to look for him. My son was still in bed --- I knew before I even touched him. It was like I was outside of myself screaming his name and shaking him to wake up. It's like a nightmare I can never wake up from. It comes in waves and it's really hard to function. When I'm not working, I'm crying and sleeping.