Jamilla Counts

One cold, winter night in November of 2008, an overwhelming sense of loss enveloped me and threatened to take up permanent residence. Depression had become a constant companion. Although it was very real for me, it was invisible to others because I was good at hiding it, or so I thought. Every day, I struggled to get up and face the day. It had been this way for as long as I could remember, but finally, the pain would no longer be ignored.

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