I could see the signs that she was like me since she was very little like 5 or maybe younger. She always reminded me of myself. Recently I have really begun to worry due to her behavior, a poem she wrote (I also used to express my feelings in poems) and then today my mom got a call from the teacher saying she was making depressed drawings like stick figures talking about being depressed and whatnot which is what I used to do as a kid, express my feelings through doodles.
I feel like I am mourning. I knew she would be the same as me but I didn’t want it to be true. I so badly want to keep my siblings safe but it’s impossible when the danger is in their brains. I try to do the best I can to be supportive and I will talk with her later. Very sad day.