I use to look at teenagers dressed in all black or “Emo”, with blue or green colored hair, scars on their arm from cutting or other forms of self-harm or was listing to screaming music as teens that were just out of control. I see them as a threat to the public’s safety. I was very uneducated. My oldest daughter was having problems with her dad. They had a very disconnected relationship. To say the very least it was far from being healthy for either one of them. It started with a disagreement and worked its way up to not talking at all for several months at a time. For a young teenage girl it was very hard for her to understand why her dad loved her sister and brother but not her. Even though this wasn’t true, it’s how she …show more content…
I was at a desperate point. I tried everything I could to get my daughter the help she needed. At every turn I hit a brick wall. I found that there wasn’t any help in Mesa County for teens with PTSD and there weren’t many councilors who even knew how to talk to teens on their level or even cared to try. At this point I was desperate! I went to Mind Springs and I told the lady behind the counter that I needed to talk to someone who was in a higher position. I needed
help for my daughter before she actually committed suicide. She said that everyone was unavailable. Out of pure frustration, I told her that I was not going to leave until someone became available. A few minutes later a man named Ned came out to see me. He told me that he only had about ten minutes. So I started to talk very fast to make sure I got everything in that I possible could. He finally looked at me and said that he would be right back. He cancelled his appointment and spent the next hour and a half with me. He was our savior.
I knew then what I was being called to do. If I can help even a few kids or teenagers from going through what my daughter and I went through, it would all be worth