This summer my oldest son lost a close friend to depression, the day before he was to begin his junior year in high school. All of the high school felt the loss. I was really affected by the numbers of overwhelmed sixteen year-olds present at the funeral: boys and girls, raw and defenseless against their grief. His close friends knew he was being treated for depression, he didn't hide the medication he took to help control it. They respected him for his candor and took it in stride. |







