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Almost as far back as I can remember my mom has had depression. I can remember that when I was six or seven things started going downhill with our family. My mom was going to the doctors a lot. It started off once a week and soon it became two or three times a week. The doctor visits never seemed to help my mother though.
      A couple years later my brother and I were moving back and forth from our house to our grandparents house. My mother was in and out of the hospital, and my father was working the night shift. It was hell! I was young and didn't understand what was going on. I was scared. I didn't want to talk to anyone about it because I just wanted to ignore all the bad things, and hoped that maybe it would all just go away.  I just wanted to be home with my mother and father as a family. I wanted things to be normal again.
      Another year or so went by and my mother tried to commit suicide. Thankfully she did not succeed. She had made a phone call to one of her friends second guessing herself. The friend rushed her to the hospital and saved my mother's life. Throughout my childhood life with my mom was a rollar coaster. She would was getting better all the time just to fall back into her world of sadness. We always did things as a family. We went camping several times a year, we took day trips on the four wheelers, snow sled rides, family get togethers, and so on. We always had a good time, but something was still missing.