Dbug49's Journal

I wish I knew the right things to say to my daughter.  I never seem to say the right thing.  She woke me up around 2:30 this morning and I was up with  her until 3:00 something.  I tried to be there for her, but wasn't much help.  She was on line with someone so I just sat with her until she was ready to go to bed.  She stopped taking her meds and she hasn't been to school for basically 3 weeks.  I try telling her that she would feel better if she got out of the house, but she doesn't have any real friends at school and they just talk about drugs a lot.  That's not so good for my daughter because she used to use pot to self medicate her depression.  I just wish she would get her schooling out of the way so that she can start taking some classes at the community college here to prepare her for the college she wants to go to in California.  I just keep thinking if she starts doing what she really wants to do this will help her depression.  I do not understand her depression.  I am the type of person that you just have to get up and move and you will feel better.  I know in my head that isn't the case, but my heart says otherwise.  I just want my daughter to be happy.  It has been so long since she has been truly happy and had some really good friends, and for me to be without worry when I go away for a weekend without her.