‘People choose to be depressed,’ said my father

by Logan, 13



A word that taunted me for years but seemed to give everyone around me an immense sense of joy.

I would ask myself constantly, “Why don’t I feel the same?” I knew why and I would remind myself what I had been taught about my feelings. They’re insignificant. My feelings and what I knew were just because I’m a teenager and “every teenager hates their parents.” But I didn’t hate my parents– at least not my Mother who had worked so hard to be OK.

Not only did I have depression, which made me feel like … Read more...

My father, whom I loved so much, was an alcoholic

From Anne Moss: Leslie wanted to post this with her full name but some family members were not in sync with that decision so she posted anonymously. She is a regular part of the Emotionally Naked tribe.

By Leslie

I’ve been silent for so long, I’m struggling with the words, but finding it healing.

Without treatment, addiction to alcohol is progressive and fatal, whether from liver, kidney, stomach and brain diseases, cancer, heart disease, accidents, falls or suicide. My Dad’s addiction, which grew to include the abuse of various prescription medications, took about 40 years to finally kill him at … Read more...