My son turns two today. One day, he soon, he will ask me, “Dad, why do you write about suicide and depression all the time?”
The large majority of people who suffer from mental illness will fight their illness every day, for the rest of their lives. They will never go off of medication; they will never stop needing therapy. They will endure good times and bad times; times of wellness and times of relapse. They will often have multiple relapses and hospitalizations.
Not me. I am one of the few who has, for now, remained well for ten years and counting.
That’s why I have to write. I have to write because there are so few of us can write, and so many who cannot.
Somebody gave me the chance to live a full and vital life, and actually do something with it.
So my promise to you is, never to forget that.
Happy Birthday Son.