It filled my heart when I saw my child for the first time. She is beautiful,
bright, and precious. I know my daughter but something has changed. Her struggles
with mental illness are getting worse. Every day I grow more desperate to help
her. But I’m at my wit’s end. I don’t know where to turn for help or how I would
pay for it. Hopelessly, I watch her slipping away.
I’m losing her. Where do I find hope once more?