Depression robs sufferers of so much and one of the aspects we worry about constantly is what it is denying our family of. I battle with severe bouts of Melancholic Depression as part of my Complex PTSD and wonder what affect it has had on my extraordinarily resilient family. Browsing the Internet the other day I came across this letter written anonymously by a Mother to her daughter. She asked for her story to be shared. It is very moving and captured many of my fears and feelings about how hard it is to explain Depression to children.
“Hey little one, how are you? Wait, nevermind. You’re good. I know you’re good. I mean, you’re currently snacking on a bowl of Goldfish, a fistful of Runts, and watching LEGO Star Wars. So yeah, life is good.
Life is peachy freakin’ keen.
But I want to talk to you for a…
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