Grade 11, first week

Dear daughter
I don’t know why you are so miserable.
You have been at your new grade 11 high school for 5 days now, 2 of which were basically pressure-free, two hours per day.
You come home and go to your room, close the door, don’t have time to help, interact, or be nice. I ask you questions to find out how school’s going and you tell me I’m bugging you. You say you have less homework now, so it seems to me that should make it better.
You say you don’t like the structure of school, but you don’t have other ideas about how it could be. You say you aren’t getting to know anyone at school but when I ask if you eat lunch people you say yes. You actually don’t say a lot of things that make sense. You are just plain miserable. You seem to shun anything that could actually be fun in your life, you just don’t want to be involved in anything. You act like life is about the future, not about the present. You don’t want to talk, you watch You Tube videos almost non-stop, you talk like the future is doomed and everything is ‘bad and there’s no future and people’s kids will all be dead so I don’t know why they bother’. This is almost completely verbatim. I feel helpless to say anything because every time I try you come back with some biting remark.
Somehow you feel like high school is some albatross that is dragging you down by the neck, yet I can’t see you inspired to do anything else.
It is so worrying for me and Daddy. You don’t want to be involved with people, you don’t want to talk and you don’t want to do anything about anything.
You seem to want to watch life sail past you.
You used to like things. You weren’t CRAZY about going to swimming or diving or sailing, but you went and gained some skills, hopefully some friendships, and some different perspectives. It helped when you did things with your friends. But now you seem to do so little with friends.
I just have to wonder why you have become so deflated. I would really like you to do some therapy. You seem depressed, unmotivated, unhappy and unable to pick yourself up, look at life and realize that you are the one who is doing all of this to yourself.
It’s not really new, it’s been like this for a while. You just seemed to lose your sense of autonomy at a certain point, then decided that you were a victim to it. I just really don’t get it.
It makes me incredibly sad to see you this way.
I hope that you will get some help, because I don’t know how to help you.