Yesterday my daughter put up a post on her blog talking about suicide and how last year, just before Christmas, she was hospitalized for a short while.
We didn’t tell anyone at the time what she was going through. Not even family. She asked us not to and we respected her wishes with the knowledge that she was getting help.
In the last year, I have lost four friends to this. I nearly lost my daughter. It’s not joke, it’s probably one of the hardest things to go through. As we come closer to the one year mark of her attempt and of the deaths of two of my friends, it reminds me to check in with everyone, see how their doing, hug them, make sure they’re okay. And make sure they know that I in turn am okay.
I am so proud of her for choosing to break her silence on this and, to be honest, to talk about what a better place she’s in now. She’s going to University in January. She did that on her own, worked that hard and got there. She’s happier, she’s far more settled than I have ever seen her.
It’s amazing to me that such huge changes can take place over such a span of time that you don’t really see them happening until all of a sudden WHAM there they are, beaming at you from across the table in the admissions office of a school.
She’s a pretty rad kid.
Now, serious stuff aside, I’m happy to say that I still love it here, I still don’t have a job to replace my old, fantastic one, and life is actually fairly good. Yes, we miss our friends (I’m lookin’ at you, Greig, Alex, Linda, Rick and Lisa, Steph and John, Jim and Jaqueline, Kim and Christine) and yes I miss my old job, but honestly, there is nowhere I’ve seen in Canada more beautiful than where I live right now. I feel at home.
Big hugs, and I’m back to the job search drawing board (for now).