Misty1Senior Contributor
Feeling desperate
Two months ago my eldest daughter died by suicide. She would have turned 23 years old in two days. I read her diaries and discovered that she had been raped when she was 19. I am sure the assault was the tipping point for her into a downward spiral. But the reality is that I feel responsible for her years of misery and struggle.
I grew up in a dysfunctional family with an abusive father, anxious, controlling mother and violent MI brother. My brother died by suicide at 24yrs of age. I have been depressed since I was a teenager. I had a breakdown when this daughter was 8 yrs old. One day when her father brought her and her two sisters to the Psych ward for a visit, I turned away and faced the wall. She took this as rejection. I tried to explain that it was because I felt guilty and that I did love her. She never forgave me. I had done everything for the girls before I 'got sick' and afterwards I did a lot less.
My problem is I don't know how to survive the distress and overwhelming agony I feel. My daughter was a talented, caring, beautiful girl and I feel shattered. I don't see how I can ever forgive myself for not being what she needed me to be. The death of my father, (expected), followed by the death of a good friend (unexpected) three months before my daughter's death had already resulted in my feeling depressed. But I could see how that could eventually pass. I do not see how this feeling of all consuming misery will pass.
My youngest daughter is finishing VCE. People keep reminding me I need to be strong, I need to be there for her. I wish I could just switch off feeling miserable. All I ever wanted for my three girls, who I love more than anything, was a safe, nurturing, stable, loving home. I feel so desperately sad and trapped. I love my husband and my two girls, but I am hurting them by being depressed.
I am on anti depressants and currently seeing an excellent Psychiatrist. He helped me navigate a soul destroying bullying episode, which resulted in resigning from a school I loved and had been teaching at for 18 years. I have been seeing him fortnightly for five years. I am currently seeing him weekly. But I am feeling more and more overwhelmed and desperate. I know I am the only one who can do anything about the way I feel. I can't do what I want to do because it would hurt so many people. I don't know what to do.