It's how I feel. I feel like I'm living with the person who murdered my daughter. She looks like my 17 year old and her voice is the same, but the things she does and says are completely alien. It's like she's a completely different person. Even the light in her eyes is gone. Instead, it's been replaced with a shark like deadness. In less than a year she's gone from college bound and my best friend to a near high school drop out and a hateful, hurtful person. She has devalued her dad completely.. Devalued me,95 percent and she even hates her dog and cat! I blame the pandemic and her first real boyfriend for bringing out this underlying condition. I'm sad, hurt, confused and really, really angry. She is tearing this home apart and I can't stop missing my real daughter. The loving person that was here before she was murdered by this horrible imposter that attacks us constantly with her verbal abuse. I know she's suffering. But we are too. She will see a therapist but won't take anxiety meds. She was on them before the boyfriend encouraged her to stop. He is her favorite person now and is emotionally abusive. She can't regulate her emotions AT ALL. And takes everything out on us. It's terrible. I'm seeing a therapist but finding it hard to have hope. I see posts on this board about the same issues when they reach 21, 35 and beyond. Is this just our lives now? If so..it sucks! We did nothing to deserve this. None of us. Not her, and not us. I feel like we're living with a murderer who we constantly have to help and also protect ourselves from. And it's just not okay.
