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Since I Come From A Family Of Mental Instability, And I Have Suffered Depression Myself, I Knew That Living In Shame Is Senseless And Painful, And That By Talking About It, I Have Come To Peace With It. The Stigma Behind People's Suffering Needs To End. We As A Community Need To Embrace These Disorders, Try To Understand Them (if Only Just To Talk About Them) So That We Can Cease Being Defined By Them.

The Prevalence Of Mental Illness Compels Me To Give It - And The People Suffering From It - A Voice.

I Got Back Into The Position Of Taking Care Of My Husband, Which Is What I'd Learned That I Couldn't Really Do: You Can Love And Make Things Okay To A Certain Extent, But You Can't Fix. I Didn't Quite Learn That Until The Kayaking Incident. It Became So Clear Then.

I Think That Growth And Spiritual Awareness Come In Slow Increments. Sometimes You Don't Know It's Happening.

Cancer Came Back Into My Life Twice In Order For Me To Understand Something, And I Guess I Still Wasn't Getting It. And My Husband Wasn't Getting It, Either.