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She lied.

When I got home from school that day and saw her there with wet cheeks, my mom lied to me and said everything was fine.

It wasn't unusual for me to find her in bed when I got home. In the middle of the afternoon in a silent house, she'd lay there not sleeping, but somehow not exactly awake either. I'd tell her about my day, act out funny scenes from movies she liked, sing her Jackson Five songs and she'd perk up every time.

But this time was different. This time I got home early and heard her sniffle as I approached her bedroom door.

"Mommy are you sad?"

Her voice, broken and small she replied

"No, baby. I'm ok."

I hugged her and as I felt her tears against my skin I experienced deep empathy, profound sadness and utter confusion in my preteen heart.

I put the experience out of my mind almost entirely


My littlest boy, finding me in bed after school, having slept through meeting him at the bus stop asked

"Mommy are you sad?"

And then I understood

Why she lied


That year I was diagnosed and began treatment for depression.

This #mentalhealth awareness month I encourage you to tell your stories. You don't have to lie or pretend.





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