By Marge Wakefield, NSSC Member

I first knew that something was off with me when I was seven. My grandparents took me to a Fourth of July picnic. The whole town had turned out and kids were playing everywhere. But I didn’t feel like playing, running around, laughing, or setting off fireworks. I just wanted to be left alone. It felt like there was something very dark inside me and I called it “the shadow.” ........

Please read Marge's story of recovery here.