Some say that she acted impulsively, that she was only thinking about those who harmed her at the time, that she couldn’t see the light from all the pain and darkness others surrounded her with. They say it’s not my fault.
I take that back, some parents have said it’s my fault as her mother for not noticing, for not getting her the right help, for not losing my cool with the school administrators, for not having her in therapy, for not teaching her better, the list goes on. Some say that she would still be here if I were just a better mom.
As if I don’t have enough guilt of not knowing what she was planning.