We couldn’t help her

We watched in despair as Beccy began to disappear for days on end.

Partying, drinking and taking drugs at 14.

‘It helps me forget,’ she admitted.

By 15, she was skipping school and sleeping on mates’ sofas.

‘Beccy, this can’t go on!’ I wept, heartbroken.

But she was stuck in self-destruct mode, no matter what we said.