My father ended up being admitted to the hospital for a week, and I went as much as I could to show him my support and love.
After the incident, my mom sat me down and explained everything to me. I was finally in the loop and aware of what was going on.
I actually found it hard to believe because my dad is such a positive person who's always looking out for others and constantly making jokes, trying to make other people laugh.
I realized that depression can't be seen, and is very easy to hide. Every day my dad woke up, he wore his smile as a mask to hide his debilitating mental health from his most precious things on earth. His daughters.
I was left very shaken and traumatized after seeing my dad go through what he had to go through but it taught me to value him way more, as I should. It motivated me to improve my relationship with him and help reassure him that he's not alone and he never will be.
Today, my dad and I are partners in crime and we maintain an open and loving relationship. I love my dad, with his flaws and all, and that's never going to change.