A year ago today I had the phone call all parents dread. My girl had attempted suicide.

Today marks one year since my then 16 yo daughter attempted suicide. She suffers from depression and anxiety, and had just broken up with a long-term boyfriend. I will never forget my friend at work coming to my classroom door. The moment I saw her face, I knew what she was going to say. The world stopped spinning in that moment and my heart broke. The drive to the hospital was long, even though it was no more than 10 minutes. I had little information so my mind was racing. I had no idea what to expect. My heart was pounding as I walked into the ER to find her.Seeing her alive, albeit bleeding and obviously unwell, was the single greatest moment since her birth. Knowing she was alive, and wasn't in immediate danger anymore was such a relief.It's been a long, tough battle since then. She is doing better now. Medication, therapists, a job, and time have all made things a bit easier for her. She's not well yet, but she's getting better. And everyday I am grateful that she is still here.I never want to experience that feeling again. And I have an inkling of what it would feel like to lose my child. I don't want to know how it actually feels. I am so lucky that I can hug her and kiss her goodnight. I know others aren't so lucky. Today is a good reminder of how precious and fragile life is. via /r/Parenting http://ift.tt/2rUbs3B