She came home 6 days ago and said "Mama, can we talk?"
She told me about how she'd had thought about hurting herself- ending her life- about how the world would be better without her.
Man, that's some heavy, serious, total fucking shit.
We took her to a hospital- diagnosed with anxiety, depression, communication disorder...
They asked her why she wanted to live. She said "Well, I kind of want to go to college. But really, it's because my baby brother needs me- when my folks are gone, I'll be the only one who can translate the world for him."
She's on day 3 of Zoloft. She's on day 4,320 of being a special needs sib. I'm on day 5, 580 of being her mom and having my heart walk around outside my chest.
I can't kiss it and make it better.
I can't wish her depression away.
I can only hope and pray and tell her I love her, that everyone who has ever met her loves her a little, and that this world would be so much darker without her light...
... and hope she hears me. And hope she thinks it isn't shit.