Last updated on January 19, 2026
I have found myself saying, “the hardest thing I’ve had to do”, over and over again. But here goes another time: the hardest thing I’ve had to do is let go of trying to keep my son alive.
He has attempted suicide twice, talked about it numerous times.
His 13yr old sister looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “Mom, you can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped.”
She is so right.
He is in a “treatment center” and they’re putting him in antidepressants… I told them he would just try to take the whole damn bottle. They told me that since he is a minor I am responsible to administer them to him.
Oh great! Now I have to buy a safe? A lock? Wtf? Where am I supposed to hide these? The last bottle of pills he took … He took them right out of my purse!
He is almost 17, I’ve not treated him as a child, but now they want me to administer medicine to him as if he’s a baby.
I told the therapist who is supposed to be “helping” him, “I do not want to just treat his symptoms. Suicide and Major Depressive Disorder are only symptoms of something else going on inside of him. Can we please try to deal with the cause?”
Oh… ((Insert big sigh here))… This is another one of those “hardest things I’ve had to do” this past year.
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Hugs go out to you during this time!
Thank you!