I grew up knowing that both of my parents struggled with depression and suicidal thoughts; I was always afraid of coming home and finding them dead. Though as they abused all of us children I later wished that I would come home and find them dead, they are still alive.
I am the first in my family to really get serious about overcoming our history of mental illness--it's a difficult journey, but you too can take the leap and provide a safe haven for your children, and in turn you will also feel safe.
Blessings,
THanks for sharing your poem. It speaks to me in many ways.
Love,
Jon