There have been quite a few posts lately about cutting and teen depression. I'm living it. And I thought I would share my story because it might help. This is going to be long. A bit of background, my daughter is 14 and has an older sister who seems perfect. Blonde, blue eyes, beautiful, does great in school, got into a really good college. She's not perfect, but in a small town, she sure looks it.
My daughter has always been moody. In January, I got a call from the counselor at her school. D wanted to tell me something. She was sobbing and told me she was cutting herself. I hung up the phone, grabbed my purse and walked out the door to go to the school. I called my boss from the car.
We talked a bit and my husband got us immediately into the doctor. He referred us to a clinic in the big city in our state. It is 3 hours away. We called and got an appointment in less than a week. I was shocked by what I heard. She said she wanted to crawl into a ball on the floor and cry all the time. And she wanted to die. That stopped my heart. When your child wants to die, well, I can't think of anything worse than finding a dead child.
After that first appointment, she said she felt better because there was hope. She was put on some medication. We went back in a month and the meds got changed. Added a mood stabilizer. It helped for a while, then the next month her stabilizer was strengthened.
She's a different person. Getting good grades. Bubbly, happy person. This has been a miracle. Going from wanting to die to this is incredible. We have always been honest about it. Her brain's electrodes are zapping the wrong way and she needs these meds to make them work the right way. No more cutting. That's just the trendy way of dealing with depression, anxiety and anger. We go those 3 hours every month because the clinic is the best in the state. I would travel anywhere to get her help, but this place has been a miracle for us.
We will always deal with this. I sometimes worry that she won't be able to take her meds when she gets pregnant some day. Or that when she goes to college, she will forget to take them. But that's something I need to relax about now.
If this is happening to you, find a therapist who specializes in teens. Ours does, and D is extremely honest with her. She loves her. She gets really excited about seeing her. If there are any questions, I'm more than happy to help. I'm in Arkansas, so if you are dealing with this in my state, I'm more than happy to recommend the clinic.