She was addicted to prescription drugs from 1998 until her death. Her fiancé was killed in an accident and she went into a deep depression. She had several psychiatrists. She attempted suicide in 2006. We put her in a high priced psychiatric facility. She met people who taught her how to obtain large quantities of prescription opioids. She came out of this place street smart. She went back to school and seemed happy again. She grew up in an upper class neighborhood and attended private school. She loved animals and her family. She was open with people about her problem. She moved home and got a job. We went to Europe the summer before she died with her sister. Beth and I had traveled abroad every summer, but her sister was married with small children so she had never gone with us. They were always close. We had a blast. When we got home Beth told me she was considering suicide again. We changed psychiatrists again (number five). She fooled him just like the others. One month before she died, my husband and I went to her psychiatrist. He told us he could not discuss Beth with us. We told him we were there to tell him about our daughter, not ask. He was appalled when he learned how she had lied to him. She wasn’t even angry with us. She was beautiful and she could manipulate people easily. The afternoon she died we ate in the backyard and laughed. When I went to get a suitcase from her closet she was dead. I calmly walked back into the den and called 911. Our pastor who had known Beth her entire life was there in 30 minutes. We had family support and friends who had loved her for who she was. Everyone knew that she had struggled for years. She never hid her problems, but she never took advice either. She did life her way.