I’d silently cry to myself at night

by Timothy Donald

HARP, Heroin Addicts Recovery Program

I can remember suffering from depression, feeling inadequate and unloved at the age of eight. My parents were young– mom was seventeen and dad was nineteen. My mom was a single parent who struggled, worked all the time and did the best she could. But I was pretty much on my read more

What did Richard think of my book?

Richard’s beach read was the manuscript about his brother. Andy dog and Uncle Reid are the supporting cast under the tent.

In addition to my first reader, a writer named Susan in Maine, I’m letting some of my family members read the manuscript of my first book. I asked Richard if he wanted to read it. He did. And he started in the car on the drive down to the Outer Banks vacation.

When we arrive in Duck, North Carolina read more

I had to get comfortable making others uncomfortable

When I wrote this article in 2014, The Agony of a Child’s Mental Illness, I felt alone and naked on an island.

I was exposing my family’s ugly secret in public.  To have a child not thriving is the last thing a parent wants to admit because it feels like a failure.

I was supremely read more

Memories of family beach vacations

charles-beach

So this past week, we went to the Outer Banks with my husband’s family—a tradition since 1989. This is where our vacations were spent when my children were growing up and a where a lot of memories live. These are the loved ones about whom my son, Charles, wrote read more

I Didn’t Forget Nor Did I Give Up

by Michael Widuch

Note from Anne Moss: Michael is a thoughtful young man who attended a special needs school. He has an anxiety and mood disorder, sleep disorder, learning disabilities (learning receptive disorder and reading disorder), and has suffered from suicidal thoughts. read more

How a special needs, ugly zombie cat helped me heal

by Andrea Giannini

I write this as a suicide attempt survivor, an addict in recovery, and a survivor of sibling suicide who also suffered addiction.

There was a point in time where I worked for a company full of empty promises and lacked any kind of empathy. During this time period, I lost my brother, read more

My son with Asperger’s grieved his brother’s death differently than me

by Ginger Germani

There are an infinite number of ways I miss my son. Today one of those thoughts hit me harder than most….because it is about his brother.

I am the mother of two handsome, witty and funny, young men. You look at them and there is no visual indication of their illness read more

The building where he died

When they said, “I have some sad news. Your son, Charles was found dead this morning in an apartment on Monument Avenue,” my world collapsed. At the same time, I was confused by Monument Avenue.

In Richmond, Virginia, this area is the most prestigious residential avenue, a picturesque read more