Elizabeth is my big sister and this blog is a tribute to her.
She took her life on October 13th, 2013. She was 26 years old.
My sister’s depression consumed her like a disease. We tried everything to help her and nothing worked. It was unbelievably defeating, frustrating and excruciating to watch someone you love drown under the weight of depression.
Since my sister’s death, I have learned so much about depression. I wish with all my heart that I could go back in time and use what I know now to save her. But I can’t. All I can do now is help other people who are going through what my sister did.
I feel like it is my duty to be honest and open the conversation about mental illness. There is no point in hiding and contributing to the secrecy of mental illness anymore. I want to stare shame in the face and rise above it.
I want to help the people who think that the only way to end their pain is to kill themselves.
- There is no shame in how you feel.
- This is not your fault.
- You are a good person.
- There is a way out this and it does not involve death.