Family Thread

My Mother Never Talked About Mental Illness — Until I Was Diagnosed With Depression

By Shammara Lawrence

Your Family's Birth Order Could Have Impacted Your Personality In SO Many Ways

Siblings; no matter how many times they pinch your new Topshop midi dress and spill Jägerbomb down it or hide the remote control so you have to sit and watch their trash TV, you probably wouldn’t swap them for the world. For many years, I firmly…
By Alice Broster

My Father's Anxiety Made Me Feel Understood For The First Time

I looked at my dad as he sat on the couch across from me. He was smiling, but there was a bit of uncertainty in his eyes — as though he wondered if he'd be able to feel this calm again without the help of Prozac. When my father told me he was…
By Kristin Magaldi

My Anxiety Is Now My Only Connection To My Father

On the surface, my childhood nights were normal: At my scheduled bedtime, I’d brush my teeth, kiss my parents goodnight, and crawl into bed. Surrounded by a small mountain range of stuffed animals, I’d close my eyes and say a few frantic prayers for…
By Erin Mayer

My Mother’s Obsession With Mental Illness Made Us Both Get Help — But It Also Pushed Us Apart

When I was growing up, my mother taught me that the worst thing you could do to someone was call them “mentally ill.” I don’t mean that she taught me to be sensitive about using that language; I mean that she literally taught me that if you needed…
By Gabrielle Moss

My Dad Died By Suicide. This Is What I Wish People Wouldn’t Say

In my earliest memories of my dad, I'm three or four years old. I remember him agreeing to drive a complete stranger to their destination. He was so full of love and kindness, but he couldn’t find a way to extend that same love to himself. He was a…
By Sacha Sterling

What Happens When You And Your Mom Have The Same Mental Illness

Though I spent my entire life living under the same roof as my mom, a stay-at-home parent, we were complete strangers. Like any skilled abuser, my father had isolated me from the rest of my family, making me think I was unlovable to everyone but…
By Kyli Rodriguez-Cayro

Being Adopted Adds An Extra Layer To My Anxiety

Four years ago, I was diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder. Following a long, harrowing job search after losing an even more soul-crushing job, I had finally landed my dream position. Yet, any time I saw co-workers having a conversation I…
By Theodora Blanchfield

Learning To Talk About My Sister's Mental Health Is Bringing My Family Closer Together

One day, when I was 18 years old, my little sister excused herself to her room, and didn't come out for a week. I listened at her door, but didn't hear tears, or screams, or sighs; just silence. She spent all day and night locked inside, bound to…
By Iman Hariri-Kia

My Mother Never Talked About Mental Illness — Until I Was Diagnosed With Depression

When I was a junior in high school, I had a mental breakdown at my after-school job. After witnessing my erratic behavior on the sales floor, my manager called my mother and convinced her to bring me to my local emergency room for psychiatric…
By Shammara Lawrence

What I Learned About My Mental Health From Being My Mother’s Caretaker

Mothers trigger me. I became my mother’s caretaker when I was small. At seven, I was consoling her as a parent would console a child — brushing her hair, massaging her feet. As the younger child, I was always the first to approach her after an…
By Fariha Róisín