Tears And Broken Bonds: The Year My Daughter Left Me

Victoria was only supposed to stay with Micah’s sister in Orlando for a few weeks while I got my life “straightened out.” The decision was made without me when I was on my way to a psychiatric hospital and, once I got there, the plan had already been set in motion. Before I went to the hospital in the first place, I was very close to suicide. The little cottage that Victoria and I lived in was cute, but the loneliness I felt there was unshakable. The place was on a dirt road behind another family’s house who decided to rent the tiny cottage to me. I didn’t see my landlords very often, and pretty soon I felt like I was completely alone in the world except for Victoria. I’d also split up from my husband, Micah, around this time. Even though I was glad to be away from him, it only added to my isolation. Add to that a severe episode of depression with constant negative thoughts in my head about myself, and that’s the state I was in when I called my best friend, Susan, and hinted that I wished killing myself would stop my pain. Victoria was only three years old at the time. I always did what I could to make sure her needs were taken care of, but I knew it wasn’t enough. I believed that seeing me in bed and crying all day were affecting her negatively, and that belief turned into the awful certainty that she’d be better off without me in her life. <a href="https://medium.com/ellemeno/tears-and-broken-bonds-the-year-my-daughter-left-me-4716c274d9ed">Click Here</a>