A Decent, Depraved Life

I had hopes of my child living a normal life—high school, college, job, marriage, children. It would have been enough for me. If she wanted to move to Nashville to give music a try or move across the sea to devote her life to teaching, I would have been able to accept a slightly, out-of-the-box…

Anonymous

In this world of open letters and “keeping it real,” why be anonymous? For me there are 2 main reasons— Our daughter asked us not to share her personal information. I agree. It’s her story to tell, not mine. I can speak to my journey, but no one else’s. We have younger relatives that wouldn’t…

Bitter

Proud pics of your successful teens on facebook make me sad. I had to cut out the social media sight. Happy moms and kids in the grocery store make me cry. I can’t look at them. I took down pictures of my daughter at work so I wouldn’t get emotional. I can’t watch children play…

Shadow War

How could we not have known? Seven years of wasting away. At age 13 when people asked us if she had that “teenage attitude” yet, we would say no and assure them it wouldn’t happen to her. She was active with church activities, music lessons, and loved being with the family; but by age 15,…