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Mental Illness Isn't Our Family Secret, It's Our Family Struggle

I remember the first time I visited a psychiatric unit in a hospital. I was just 10 years old and more than anything, all I wanted for my birthday, was to visit my mother.

She was admitted every month or so, and the nurturing figure in my life just continued to disappear, causing me to feel adrift.

Being so young, I struggled to understand what was happening and it seemed no one would tell me. I was so, so confused and always uneasy.

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