Sunday my daughter tried to commit suicide.
I got a call from her friend telling me that she had been taken to the hospital. I packed a small bag and my husband drove me the 12 hours to her city. On the way I found out that she was on a breathing tube because she had gone into respitory arrest. The nurse asked me what to do if she coded. I told him to do whatever it took to keep her alive until I arrived.
She survived and is now in a treatment facility. I'm staying here, seeing her as visiting hours allow and trying to get her things in order so she doesn't lose her job, her new apartment, everything she's worked so hard for.
My strength is waning and I hurt like I have never hurt before, both physically and emotionally. I'm not looking for sympathy or comments really, I just had to let this out. I haven't been on the computer until now and probably won't again for a few days. I simply don't have the energy.
That is a phone call I never wanted to get. I don't think I'll ever forget that moment.