Mental illness, these days it runs rife in all of our lives, if not most of our families and for some of us, it might even be a way of life. While it may be charming to write about Aunt Dot’s confusing a hat stand for a man, or mom’s forgetting for the second time that day where she left her keys (that would be me) it’s not really fun to document a person’s slide into the deep dark pits of mental illness.
Where days are spent under covers and when thoughts go to slicing through delicate wrist tissue.
Who wants to hear about that, right? Unless, of course, there is a message we can learn from it.
And yet, if, IF, there is a rise above that mental illness, we can often find ourselves with a new hero. Case in point, the…
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