Stigma Fighters: Susan Harrison
It’s 3 am…. My 18 year old wakes up, sobbing and screaming “Mommy!”. I rush into her room, knowing that she didn’t take her anti-psychotic medicine. “I’m bleeding, my hair, I hit my head when I fell and now it’s bleeding. My brain, inside my head… I’m going to die. I am dyeing Mamma. Oh my God….
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