My 15 yr old tried to commit suicide last week. He asked to be admitted to the mental health facility. Nut house? Rehab? I don’t know. I spent eight hours getting him admitted. I’m so worried about him. He’s my angel. But he struggles with depression and I... apparently I suck at helping him deal with it.The worst part is I don’t feel anything. My emotions are just GONE. I don’t know what’s going on with me. I should be losing my shit, and instead, I’m thinking “yep, I wouldn’t mind not waking up tomorrow either.” Not suicidal. Just. Fuck. I don’t know. I think I should be in tears and freaking out. But I got nothing. I feel empty. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2ZWRqVE
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