Anne13Contributor
We have all hit rock bottom.
This is probably a common feeling to have, however, for the first time in many years of living with a daughter who has many mental illnesses I can honestly say at this point in time, right now I have never felt more stressed and worried about my daughter's wellbeing.
She was a lovely, normal girl in a very stable loving home. A very talented dancer, great at school and behaving as any preteen does. Today I do not recognise the girl she has become. She has just turned 16 and lives a life that is so unimaginable to me that it is hard to even comprehend. After making new friends, she starting going down a very unhealthy path. Running away and absconding during the night became her new way of life. Drugs soon followed, violent, abusive behaviour became her norm. The day she nearly made me crash the car by repeatedly kicking me while I drove was too much. I drove her to the police station and pleaded for them to help me. She has been admitted 10 times to a teen psychiatric facility with little impact. Border-line personality disorder, narsasistic personality and possibly bipolar 2 have all been banded around. She is so good at manipulating and lying now that she can easily convince people she is fine. I loathe the mental health system as they are so tied by red tape. There is not enough help or facilities for teenagers, as I gave discovered.
As her violence toward me escalated and DHS became involved I had to make he most painful decision of my existence. I went to court and agreed to have her placed in out of home care as she was quite verbally expressing that it was all my fault. Self-harming followed, her arms look a mess. She has dropped out of school, lives her days in a drug fuelled stuppor, threatens to harm me daily and is unrecognisable. How sad is it when I have been advised my police to be cautiously vigilant and not to dismiss her threats?
There are so many more deplorable acts she has done but at the end of the day she is my daughter who I love immensely. I know that way deep down inside she is still there and while I will never, ever give up on her I truly don't know what to do to help her. I tried to visit her for Christmas, total disaster. I cling to that morsal of hope, call it optimism or whatever you will but I am praying that she will live to see the new year in.
Thanks for the opportunity to vent.