crazy few weeks

Ok well to start off with. I had a huge headache a few weeks ago and ended up in the hospital. That was on a Monday night. The following Tuesday my mom showed up at my house screaming and cursing me out saying that I had called on Monday night telling her to never call me again. Of course that wasn't true because I was in the hospital in pain. So I knew she was delusional but wasn't sure of the extent of it. Wednesday morning I wake up to a 6am phone call from my mom saying she thought someone had broken into her house and assaulted her. She said the whole house was destroyed and she was bloody and bruised. So I asked her to check the locks and doors and see if they were still locked. She said yes. That's when I came to the realization that she had done this to herself. So I told her I thought this and of course she got mad at me and hung up. A little later that day I got a phone call from a social worker from the local ER saying they had my mom and she had a 3 inch deep head wound and bruises and cuts from head to toe. I gave them a brief run down on my mom and her bipolar and addiction issues. The ran a drug test and she came back with high levels of opiates and barbituates, Painkillers and anxiety meds-adavan,Xanax,klonipin. So after some bargaining between the three of us we got my mom to admit herself to the local mental hospital for treatment. While I drove her to the hospital I explained to her that she was lucky that the social worker had called me because after the 6am delusional phone call I was ready to bring the 28 yr rollercoaster between us to an end. I told her that from now on we do things my way. I was taking control of her psych treatment, her money, her meds, and basically her life. I also told her that the first time I suspect that she is abusing her meds again she will be cut off from my family. And I will live her to destroy her life on her own. Well of course that can't be the end of my shitty few weeks. One day while having an appointment with my mom and her social worker I ran into a horrible memory from my past. I was once a patient at the same hospital my mom was currently at. And while waiting for the appointment to start one of the same techs that worked there when I was there walked by me. As soon as I saw him a flood of memories came back to me. I remembered that as my time as a patient this man would molest me while going on our "smoke breaks". As soon as this memory came back to me I launched into a full blown anxiety attack right there. I was devasted.

Ok so there are the facts and now here is my reactions. Am I really doing the right thing by my mom? Is this just going to make her dependent on me and never want to take over control of her life? What is this extra stress going to do to me? Can I really handle taking care of two seperate families, the psych care of both me and my mom? How do I deal with these memories that are taking a toll on my life? How do I control these memories from bringing up old destructive habits? How do I keep all of this stress and worry from affecting my children and husband?

I don't mean to ramble but I know that no one but the people on this site can understand and relate to this situation and my emotions towards them. Any advice or support is much appreciated.