I’ve been away from my blog for a while. Life has a way of forcefully clutching you and putting you in your place. And this was the last place I needed to be. Writing for me, has always been about my heart. The flickering of my soul that demands to flee my body before consuming me. Still, I couldn’t be here, I wrote every day I was gone, but not for consumption. I wrote to mend a broken heart. Life punched me in the gut and if I didn’t take control I could have lost everything.

Shock has a way of running through your body similar to the burn of hot water on your hand. At first, you feel its icy bite then it hits your nerves and your mind wraps itself around the reality of its heat.

When my ex-husband called me at work that day, it only took a few minutes for his words to sink deep into my core, literally dropping my knees to the ground.

“I found some disturbing stuff on my computer at home. Our daughter accidentally left her YouTube channel open…”

It didn’t stop there. My body began to vibrate with every bit of information he shared with me. Waves of emotion from anger to shame plus guilt to sorrow washed over me at a rate I could not control. During the twenty minutes or so in which we spoke, I realized I didn’t know my daughter anymore. I didn’t know what was transpiring in her mind. I didn’t know she wasn’t okay. I didn’t know anything.

Her Father and I have always trusted her, though kept a watchful eye on her social media accounts. Frequently checking her messages on her computer and phone. I admit I wasn’t as strict as her Dad. Perhaps I wanted to believe I had one of the ‘good ones’. A polite honest teenager who wouldn’t want to hide anything from me. By all outward appearances, my daughter seemed healthy, happy, independent, comfortable in her skin, and unquestionably strong-willed. Nevertheless, she was hiding her melancholy from me, and the influences of social media were making it worse.

After arriving home from work on that muddled and trauma filled day, my ex-husband and I had a lengthy discussion. I learned my child had spent a considerable amount of time watching and commenting on social media threads regarding self-destruction and suicide, among various other heartbreaking discoveries. I learned she was sad and lost, and part of the reason was me. There is nothing in life that will ever prepare you for this type of guilt. Nothing.

As for the rest of the details, I am not at liberty to disclose those for the sake of my daughter’s well-being. I will not put her mental health in any more jeopardy than I feel I already have. I cannot and will not go into the particulars of her experience or story, that is for her to do. It is her story and not mine.

However, she has gracefully allowed me to share what we feel is an important message. One that not only includes some teenage suicide triggers but also the effects of social media on our teenage daughters today. Our story — as everyone’s is different.

As a Mother, I can honestly tell you I never once thought my daughter would have suicidal thoughts or act on them. I am no helicopter mom but pride myself on the relationship I have (or believed I had), with my daughter. We haven’t always seen eye to eye, but what Mother Daughter duo does?

Despite our minimal arguments concerning messy bedrooms and incomplete homework, we have an intimate connection. I assumed she told me everything. I was wrong. I couldn’t have been more wrong, and sorrowfully, I feel nothing but guilt and ignorance for it. For I was once a teenager hiding feelings from my parents. Fearing wounded emotions and judgment by the most important people in my life. She is no different. Though, she is growing up in a world much different from what I did.

Our children are living under a microscope. Every detail of their lives is made to feel as if it MUST be shared and spread throughout social media. And their biggest influence is us. Their parents.

We are the ones perpetuating a ‘share it with the world’ mentality. We are teaching our children nothing is sacred, not their potty training, their braces, or their first car accident. Yet, we forget what it felt like to be a teenager. We overlook that even before social media everything we did as an adolescent felt as if it was magnified a trillion times. We forget that teens sometimes feel tiny in an enormous world. Unimportant. Misunderstood. Frightened and different from the rest of us.

Our children’s world has grown exponentially and in it so has the magnitude of peer pressure they feel. These demands weighed heavy on my daughter. My world, the social media fueled blogging world, affixed a presence she was not prepared for. Nor did she ask for. Before I realized she took issue with and underwent stress from me sharing parts of her life on my wall or in my writings, she stopped allowing me to take her picture. And if I did get a picture she begged me not to share it on Facebook. Red flags I wasn’t ready to believe or admit were my fault. She felt scrutinized by my followers, as I do sometimes myself. The internet is tough to navigate as an adult, let alone as a child forming principles and their own persona.

Imagine how it must feel today for our teenagers. With filters on every camera and trolls on every Facebook thread, our children are exposed to an environment we never knew, not as teenagers. Likes and views give them social status, sometimes their worth. I’m embarrassed I let my daughter fall victim to something I strongly advocate against. My heart shattered when I finally let the severity of the situation sink in. I could have lost my daughter.

My daughter not only felt pressures from a broken home, the life of a high school student, a tall gangly frame, a smile fitted with braces, but she felt a pressure to be ‘as beautiful and perfect’ as she believed everyone on social media to be.

I needed a wake-up call and I got it. Thankfully my wake-up call didn’t end tragically in an agonizing statistic. I could very well be writing a much different story today if it had. And trust me when I say, I have never been more grateful that I am writing this one.

Today in this house, we are working on being better to each other all around. We are listening and talking more than ever.

I am working on practising what I preach, spending less time on social media and more time being her Mom.
I do everything I can, every day, to not tear myself apart for feeling as though I failed my daughter.

We are getting there, and thankfully we are doing it together.

This post originally appeared on New World Mom.


About the author: Darla Halyk is the Mom of a teenage boy and girl. Proudly Canadian she was born and raised in Langley, British Columbia where she still resides today. She has a Master’s Degree in Verbal Irony and Major in Sarcasm. Currently working on a book, she also writes for her blog at New World Mom regarding whatever comes to her mind. Her ability to write raw, real and honestly has featured her on The Elephant Journal, Scary Mommy, Your Tango, BLUNTmoms, BlogHer and more. You can also find her on FaceBook at Facebook.com/NewWorldMom She writes because she loves words, and she loves words because they can change the world.


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  1. Wow this hit close to home. While I was more of a social on line lurker, my daughter sounds similar to yours. And we did get a disturbing wake up call. I agree- listen more , talk less. It’s not easy being a teen in today’s world. I wish you and your family the best through these teen years- it’s not easy.

  2. I also have a teenage daughter that I worry about. Thank you for sharing your story. I vow to be a better listener to my daughter.

  3. Just wow. Thanks for the wake up call. I’ll be living my life differently from now on.

  4. So hypocritical! Really? You practice what you preach? You just exposed your daughters deepest secrets to the entire world! You think the pressure of social media is tough when you have braces? Well now try to navigating it after your mom tells everyone your darkest thoughts.
    Brilliant mother. You sacrifice your daughter life for the sake of an article.
    The worst part is, you know exactly what you are doing this time.

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  6. Great reminder/warning for everyone raising kids in this age. My kids are very private so I am limited with what I share about them online. I’m grateful for that after reading your post. All the feels in this one Darla. Big love to you & yours.

  7. If I could write about my children and my husband, this blogging thing would be a breeze… an overflowing cauldron of ridiculously relatable content. But, as you said at the end of your piece, their stories are *their* stories, and not ours for the telling. Thankfully, you got the opportunity to use what you learned about your daughters life on social media, to help her. Best wishes to you both.

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