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Kim, 2009 Baltimore, MD»

The diagnosis was tough. My 18-year-old brother, Chris and my parents had been working with a pastoral counselor who thought my brother suffered from depression. Then my Mom called to tell me Chris was walking around Towson with cardboard on his feet collecting tin cans.…

Jeanie, 2009 Española, NM»

When I was about 13 years old, a senior at the high school committed suicide. I can remember thinking how could anyone feel so hopeless that they would take their own life. Depression was something I had not yet experienced or understood. Seven years later,…

Tyrone, 2009 Baltimore, MD»

The hardest time is the dead of winter when it’s 20 degrees outside or colder. And guess what — I’m snugged in a warm bed and my mind races to where my son might possibly be. Now, it seems Nature would kick in for him…

Jonathon, 2009 Baltimore, MD»

I’m in college. It’s fall on campus and leaves burn like fragments of tinted neon lighting. But I have stopped seeing them. I have stopped seeing colors all together. Everything exists in shades of gray and black blacks. I am weak and defeated. Hours ago,…

Jeff, 2009 Española, NM»

My son came home from four years of teaching in the Czech Republic and Russia in terrible shape. He was very moody and intolerant of my materialistic and wasteful ways. He couldn’t sleep in a bed but resorted to the hard floor. He claimed the…

Louise, 2009 Española, NM»

As a mother there is nothing that prepares you for seeing your son strapped onto a gurney and surrounded by 8-10 police and firefighters as they carry him out of your home. How did we ever get to this place? Making the decision to bring the outside world into our home wasn’t easy.