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Now I See

The Candy Dish

She comes to your office for a mint.

She selects a piece of candy from the ceramic bowl on your desk and begins to chat a little. She lingers. Chatting.

You’re trying to work—catch up on the pile of paperwork or a memo or some inane administrative task. You keep typing, hoping to send the message that you're busy. Really.  Quite busy.

But there’s something in her expression—some tone on the underside of her chatter. You stop your busy-ness for a moment and realize she’s here because something’s wrong and she doesn’t know where else to turn.

When Daddy is Down

I just read areportthat says that black fathers are 50 percent more likely to be depressed than other men. I shouldn't be surprised, but I am.
Historically (if wrongly), we’ve considered depression a white-woman affliction. Black women were too busy to be depressed; there was certainly no time for a brother to be laid low.  Yes, we all got the blues from time to time, but we’d treat that with a rousing church service or a strong drink (or both) and keep on moving.
These days, depression research seems to focus so much more on women.

Everything's Just Fine

In the summer of ’09, when the call came from the Carter Center telling me I’d gotten a Rosalynn Carter Fellowship for Mental Health Journalism, I gasped—thrilled, honored.This will be a sweet little addition to the resume.Little did I know how deeply I would be affected by the experience of spending a year looking at the complexities of mental health and mental illness—especially among women and in communities of color.

What has really moved me is the people who quietly whisper out from behind their facades of “everything’s just fine” and admit to depression—indigo deep, bruise blue.
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