My daughter has fought depression for years. I didn't understand what it was until a few years ago, because I'd never even heard the clinical definition of depression until then. She used to cut herself, numb with pills, has been borderline for years. I had no idea what to do. The teachings that I grew up with didn't help her and I've rejected them completely since I left.
Now that I do understand I can recognize how long it went on, untreated. I failed to help her when she was younger and maybe if I'd known she wouldn't be struggling so hard now.
We have a good relationship despite everything and thankfully she doesn't blame me. But when she's here and her life has blown up, again, I get triggered.
I carry my own guilt of failing to help her, but I'm struggling to take care of even the most basic functions of my own life. I want to help her, but I can barely help myself. She knows, but the saddest part is that I'm one of a very few SHE can go to. I can't take that away, but I can't maintain my own balance while trying to comfort her.
Just venting. Trying to sort it out by writing it down. Thanks for listening.
Now that I do understand I can recognize how long it went on, untreated. I failed to help her when she was younger and maybe if I'd known she wouldn't be struggling so hard now.
We have a good relationship despite everything and thankfully she doesn't blame me. But when she's here and her life has blown up, again, I get triggered.
I carry my own guilt of failing to help her, but I'm struggling to take care of even the most basic functions of my own life. I want to help her, but I can barely help myself. She knows, but the saddest part is that I'm one of a very few SHE can go to. I can't take that away, but I can't maintain my own balance while trying to comfort her.
Just venting. Trying to sort it out by writing it down. Thanks for listening.