A little over five years ago, my teenage son walked into my room and simply asked “Mom, can we talk?” He’d been suffering for a while -...

“Hey Mom, are you OK?” “Sure. I’m fine.” I automatically give this reply even though it’s a lie – one that rolls easily off my tongue. I...

The night my son told me about his depression and the beginning of our journey of healing and openness. Photo credit: Dear World “Mom,...