The depression belongs to all of us. I think of the family down the road whose mother was having a baby and they went around the neighborhood saying, "We're pregnant." I want to go around the neighborhood saying, "We're depressed." If my mum can't get out of bed in the morning, all of us feel the same. Her silence has become ours, and it's eating us alive.


Saving Francesca (ed. Knopf Books for Young Readers, 2007) - ISBN: 9780307433718


The depression belongs to all of us. I think of the family down the road whose mother was having a baby and they went around the neighborhood saying, ...

The depression belongs to all of us. I think of the family down the road whose mother was having a baby and they went around the neighborhood saying, ...

The depression belongs to all of us. I think of the family down the road whose mother was having a baby and they went around the neighborhood saying, ...

The depression belongs to all of us. I think of the family down the road whose mother was having a baby and they went around the neighborhood saying, ...