I know this generation is very different from us, as we were from our parent's generation.
I was reading on the postmodern generation and found this from Dan Rotach, The way people change is changing. The effective communicator to the generations must understand the experiential backdrop of each generation. The way my 21-year-old daughter processes life and forges decisions are fundamentally different than my ways.

When I am trying to communicate with some of my children I often try to go back to how I processed or mis-processed info during a really bad time in my early twenties, before COG. Today kids process differently again. It's an on and on going thing, I think intended to keep us crazy

I don't think I could hear anyone during those times. Then there was this lady that showed up on the beach where I was staying and she made sense. I don't know why. She wasn't a hippy, she was a cleaning lady. She wasn't, nor had she ever used drugs, and she was 40 something. I don't know why but it seemed she could see through my soul and for some reason, I didn't mind. I knew she was safe. I think of her when my kids get way out there and nothing I say seems to get through. I pray for God to send a "Marilyn"(that was her name) to them. I don't remember much she said either, but I know everything changed in me. At that stage I was all about ME.

I guess I'm telling you this to give you a little hope. Its a vital component of life. I'm not sure she wasn't an angel, but I know when all the dust settled, the first person I called was my mother. I asked her to send my Bible, and I told her that I knew Jesus loved me and that she had been praying. I hadn't talked to her in several months. She didn't know where I was, but she stayed in God's face for me for a long time. I try to remember that when I'd like to just throw them to the dogs or wring their necks.

All that to say; we are praying for your daughter's deliverance from the drug and her healing, and for you; your strength, encouragement, hope, love and faith and healing as well. I know this must be the most brutal pain you may have ever known.

I was at a meeting last night with a bunch of ladies with whom I've been in a prayer group and known, worked with, taught their kids etc. on and off for some 20 years. We've been out of touch for one reason of another, but last night we began to recount some of the prayers that seemed un-answered back then, but that God has answered in a different (and yet wonderful) way than what we though. It's amazing how little we humans know about the Big Picture of things. I will always remember the perplexed look on Peter's face in the Franco Zeferelli movie Jesus of Nazareth, he cries to Jesus in such anguish of heart and mind. "I'm just a stupid man!" Maybe this is how we can ever know a bit of the heart of God for us.