Many of you that know me, know that I lost my father to suicide when I was 16. I don't allow it to define me, but it has had a profound affect on who I am.
May 17th is a date that can stop me in my tracks and most days I give pause to think about my old man and how he shaped me in 16 short years. Since 1996, I've never taken up the cause of mental health awareness and can't explain why now it's something that I feel compelled to do. SAVE seems like a great organization and the mission rings true for me, as I often times feel the stigmatism of telling someone about my dad. I truly believe we all need to talk more openly about mental health. He fought a battle with depression for almost four years, probably longer, and even as a kid I could sense a decline-spiral-affect as he was in and out of hospitals and on and off different medications. I'd like to think that battle is different today and there are more survivors, or at least that one day it will be.