Overcoming a Family History of Mental Illness to Help Others
“It seemed like any ordinary day. I was a happy young child. There were some kids in my grade I called friends. I equalled them in sports and surpassed them in schoolwork. But on this day my world would turn upside down.
I recall there was an ambulance in our back yard. I didn’t understand what was happening. My mom had tried to kill herself again. I didn’t judge her. She was my mom, and she was so good and kind and loving that I never understood the negative bias surrounding mental illness. But my so-called friends were much more judgmental. It didn’t help when . . .”