The text read “I did something dumb. Please take care of Lily” It was late, I usually don’t hear my texts come in or my phone ring. But I did that night. I called my daughter or she called me. It’s a blur. She had taken a bunch of pills. Washed them down with alcohol. She still sounded fine but groggy. I didn’t panic, I felt calm. I was 400 miles away and she didn’t need my chastisement or probing questions. She needed her mom. The thing is, we had been here before. Makenzie started feeling depression and anxiety in college. She was always my strong-willed, wear-her-heart-on-her-sleeve, sensitive girl. There…