My daughter died

I became a father when I was only a teenager, and my daughter was born when I was just 17 years old. Her mother struggled with mental health issues, but her parents refused to get her the help she needed. Unfortunately, she eventually took her own life. Ever since then, it's just been my daughter and me. Some people might think it's not appropriate to consider your child as a friend, but I don't care. I'm lucky that my daughter and I always remained close, even as she grew into a teenager.

But on Wednesday morning, my world came crashing down. My daughter was driving to school when a drunk driver hit her head-on. She died instantly on impact. When I found out, my heart shattered into a million pieces. My daughter was everything to me. I had taken on a job I didn't particularly enjoy, but it helped me provide for her and make sure she was always happy and taken care of. Now I'm left with this overwhelming sense of loss and heartbreak.