No Longer Running from Rainbow-Colored Spiders

I finally stopped avoiding getting the mental healthcare I desperately needed so I could be the mom my daughter deserves

Mental illness runs in my family. I didn’t know that, though, until I was in high school.

I was fifteen or so when I came home one afternoon to my mom in tears on our couch. Dad had been seeing things, she told me. Rainbow-colored spiders that didn’t exist. A canon ball coming at him from the TV screen. He’d also been parking our Aerostar minivan in ran…