Everyone has a mother.

The daughter of your grandparents.

The woman who is to teach you and hold your hand through life’s ups and downs.

To celebrate with you and to cry with you.

 

Depression can rob you of that life.

Darkness, paralyzed and unable to move.

Lost in her thoughts and overcome with fear.

Even in that state her heart speaks to us.

 

Compassion for the one you love.

Understanding it is not her fault.

Empathy for all families who have been touched by depression.

Sharing our hearts.

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