I'm 14 now. When I was 8 my dad committed suicide. He was my best friend and I didn't really have any other friends. I was definetly a daddy's girl. We went swimming, played softball, did everything together. My mother lied to me about what really happened. She said he fell down the stairs and hit one of his organs. When I turned 13 I finally figured the truth out. My best friend had commmited suicide. I can't help but think that my family or I did something wrong. We never knew he was as depressed as he was. Am I to blame?
Sad and Lonely