Major depressive disorder was the final diagnosis for my 15-year-old daughter. This started during the last week of September 2026. We didn’t notice it right away until the way she spoke to us suddenly changed. It was as if she no longer recognized us, and she kept insisting on leaving the house.

On the night of Friday, September 25, 2026, I wasn’t at home because I was at work. She attempted to go to the rooftop of our rented place to commit suicide, but thankfully, my wife was able to stop her and close the door. They struggled, and my wife sustained scratches and bruises while my daughter kept saying, “I’m okay, just let me die.” Fortunately, she eventually calmed down, and my wife watched over her until she fell asleep.

I arrived home on Saturday evening and tried to talk to her, but she was different and had become very paranoid toward us. Whenever you asked her something, she would ask back if you were trustworthy or, “Why should I trust you?” I also asked her if she was having problems at school; she said she was being bullied and shared a little, but barely answered my questions.

We couldn’t sleep properly through Sunday morning. I invited her to eat out, but her paranoia started again. She tried to run toward the rooftop again, but I stopped her. We struggled—she was kicking my wife and me, but I didn’t let go until I was able to bring her downstairs, where I finally released her. She ran out of the gate, so I called the local barangay officials for help.

We couldn’t get her to board the barangay vehicle, and she just kept walking for almost a kilometer. The barangay staff followed her while trying to talk to her, while we followed from a distance. Various relatives came to try to speak with her and get her into the vehicle, but it was as if she didn’t recognize them. Thankfully, her female cousin, who is just two years older than her, arrived. She talked to her, and that was the only time she calmed down and agreed to get into the barangay vehicle.

We reached the barangay hall, and they advised us to look for a psychiatrist, but because it was Sunday, we couldn’t find one. We initially brought her to a psychologist known to my sibling to have her talked to. Later that evening, a friend of mine, who knows a relative of a psychiatrist, arranged for the psychiatrist to come over. The doctor spoke with her and provided counseling.

The psychiatrist told us that we needed to speak with her school adviser because something there triggered her condition. My daughter told the psychiatrist that she had a 1-on-1 session with her adviser on Wednesday, September 23, 2026. The adviser checked on her and asked various questions, eventually asking if she played Roblox. My daughter said, “I confessed to my teacher and said YES, I used to.” The following day, her classmates started teasing her, saying, “So that’s why she’s weird, because she’s a Roblox kid.” Because of this, she seemed to lose trust in people.

After the psychiatrist left, her behavior changed again. By 3:00 AM on Monday, she insisted on going out the gate again. Luckily, my wife had locked it, and we watched over her together with her cousin. That was when I decided to take her immediately to PGH (Philippine General Hospital), but we were advised to go straight to NCMH (National Center for Mental Health) because they had available psychiatrists.

At NCMH, the psychiatrist diagnosed her with Depressive Disorder with Psychotic Features. She was prescribed medication and scheduled to return on October 2.

We temporarily brought her to her grandparents’ house to give her a change of environment, accompanied by us and her cousin. However, she attempted to jump from the 2nd floor there, but fortunately, I was able to stop her. We brought her to church to pray for her. Afterward, she kept trying to open the car door while the vehicle was moving.

Because of this, we decided to admit her to a rehabilitation facility, fearing that if we looked away even for a moment, her suicide attempt might succeed. With the help of relatives and friends, we were able to pay for the first two months. However, we may not be able to afford the succeeding months due to the high monthly fees and the cost of her medications.

My wife and I both earn minimum wage, which is why I am humbly seeking your assistance so she can complete her 8 months in rehabilitation, afford her medications, and address her condition early.

Thank you very much.