Being a trauma momma is a hard job sometimes.
Being a mom to a depressed teenager is even harder.
There is absolutely nothing I wouldn't do to make things better.
Kiddo has been depressed for awhile and starts feeling better and then has another trigger or something and her mood goes downhill.
School called me yesterday because she felt so depressed she was in the nurses office ready to cry and requested we bring her an anti depressant to see if that'd help. By the time hubs got there, kiddo was crying big time. He wasn't able to just leave her, no way could we just leave her at school feeling like that, so he brought her home and let her take a relaxing bath and then rest up.
She says she doesn't know why. Maybe she does. Maybe she doesn't. Whether she does or not, I know it kills me to see her hurting. I'd take that pain from her in a second if I could.
She sailed on me when I got home as if she hadn't seen me in a month, hugged me tight and asked for momma/daughter time.
Before bedtime, she laid down in our bed and said she was going to sleep with us. We said okay, but then she said she was going to her own room, but may come back and told us both she loved us and good night.
It's not like her to initiate the "love yous" except during silly times.
I'm glad she's at least looking to us when she feels bad now instead of completely internalizing it. Now, next step, looking to us AND sharing.