<p>Apologizing for the long post in advance. Just need to get this all out.</p>
<p>I have a wonderful only daughter, who up until a few years ago was a motivated student (straight A's, not even "A-"s were good enough for her). But for the past few years or so I've definitely noticed a change in her attitude towards school and life in general. She goes to a competitive college (UC Berkeley) and I thought she would excel in college since she seemed so excited about it, but it's been the complete opposite. This "change" in her alarmed me so much (not caring about her grades, having problems with friends, and being generally moody and apathetic), but I was powerless to help, especially 400 miles away. This all culminated in a dramatic first year where we finally, after countless doctor visits, psychologists, therapists and any other specialist you can name, found out she had bipolar disorder. It was a shocking thing discovering she had been suffering with manic episodes, cutting, and bouts of depression for YEARS. The stress of moving away from home definitely heightened her symptoms, though looking back now, I can see how I could have missed her suffering at home (anger for no reason, picking fights with me and her dad, not wanting to socialize with her friends-- though I attributed this to normal teenage angst since generally, she seemed happy).</p>
<p>Once we had a diagnosis, we started to look for a solution. I figured, okay, this is good-- we at least know what we're facing. We'll just provide her with all the love and support she needs along with a weekly visit to a psychologist and a psychiatrist (who prescribed her a "starter antidepressant" and a "mood stabilizer" for her manic moments). Almost immediately, we noticed a change in her for the better-- she FINALLY began to take college seriously and was starting to make up for her mediocre first year. But this is where it all went downhill and the purpose for why I'm writing this long post today. That summer after her freshmen year, one of her closest childhood friends (who was planning on joining her at UC Berkeley that same fall) died in a sudden car accident. I don't think I even have to describe to you the devastation faced that summer and fall. Needless to say, what little improvement we saw in her immediately left, despite an increase in her visits to the psychologist and an increase in the dose of her medication. Once again, it was like she was dead to the world. That entire fall I was on my toes, just waiting for a breakdown but THANK GOD it didn't come. Fall passed with another mediocre semester (which I was so thankful for!) and in the Spring, her spirits seemed a bit more up (she moved into an apartment with friends and she was enjoying the classes she was taking which thrilled me beyond words!). FINALLY, I thought, we are getting a break!! She's healthy and happy and improving! But once again, we were struck down. She began losing weight and had other health related issues, which her psychiatrist told me was a possible sideeffect of the medicine. But after a while, her symptoms didn't improve and we took her to a doctor who gave us an unexpected diagosis (though not lifethreatening, it was a deeply traumatizing diagnosis, especially for a 19 year old girl). Her entire Spring semester she would fly home (to LA) twice a week to go to a specialist. These past two years have been a whirlwind-- we've never faced so many crazy experiences in such a concentrated amount of time. </p>
<p>Lately, I had a serious discussion with her about life in general and her answers honestly disheartened me. She told me she seems worthless-- she feels like she is "an insane person" who is "damaged" and "not intelligent enough." No matter how much we told her what is happening in her life right now, is not her fault whatsoever and she has been SO INCREDIBLY STRONG these past years and has encountered more terrible things in these last two years than I have for most of my life-- she won't believe us. I can't reach out to her and tell her that it is NOT the end of the world-- to NOT lose heart now! She was planning on becoming a doctor, something she was INCREDIBLY passionate about, but now she's dropped that idea. She told me "How am I supposed to help people, when I'm stupid and worthless?" I was so shocked!!! How could she feel this way about herself??? And this was her life's DREAM! In high school, she took anatomy courses at a local junior college JUST FOR FUN. That is how passionate she felt about becoming a doctor. I'm so afraid that she has given up on life. I don't want her dwindling away thinking it's pointless to fight for her dreams and a good future. But I do not know how to approach this anymore. Her psychologist suggested a "life coaching program" where we bring her morale up much like you would do a small child-- praising her for "C's" in classes, telling her how proud we are of her for the smallest things-- which I do everyday anyway. But so far, this has only made her strive for average. I want her to see that to get where she wants to go, she has to FIGHT for it-- fight for better grades, a better life. I want her to see that she is still so young and has so many years ahead of her and two years of bad luck don't equate to a lifetime of unhappiness. </p>
<p>This is where I ask you parents for some insight. Should I have her take a medical withdrawl from classes for a semester and have her come home? I'm afraid that being alone in a big city for the first time and especially being around highly competitive students, is making her feel worthless. The enigma is, of course, that bringing her home is the easy way out. I'm afraid that it is giving her the message that when life gets tough, you should walk away from it. Her father thinks she should stay in school. As a mother I want her home, but I have to take a step back and see what will be best for her in the long run. What do you say parents? What is the right thing to do? We're in way over our heads here!</p>
<p>(PS. Her psychologist recommended her staying in school. Thank you so much in advance!)</p>