i grew up in an abusive dysfunctional family. i'm not really sure when the depression began. growing up i tried committing suicide at least 8 times. nobody knew about it - i always wore long sleaved shirts.
bu the time i was about 15 i was clinically depressed to the point that my parents became concerned and took me to a psychiatrist. i took valium and saw the shrink about once/wk.
finally, i was diagnosed with bi-polar disorder in 2001, after another suicide attempt. i am not on a mood-stabeliser and an anti-depressant and it seems to be working.
will i ever get "well?" he**, how should i know? i only inhabit this body. if i do have bp, then i will never be "cused", only "well managed." that beats the heck out of the alternative, doesn't it?
perhaps, the greatest gift that you can give your daughter is the ability to manage her illness on her own or with professional help.
i hope that this helps with your search.
That light at the end of he tunnel? It's an on-coming train.
Some day you'll learn that a good bm is better than sex.