It was a day I will never forget. I was just starting to feel almost back to normal after having my second son. He must have been 2 or 3 months old. We drove through the Chick-fil-A drive through and got lunch for myself, my husband and our oldest son. I drove up the hill to drop lunch off at my husbands office when I saw caution tape. It was roping off the entrance and the exit to the turn around for his office building, a condo building and several restaurants. Just before the stop sign I saw one of the security officers that works the front desk of his building. I rolled down my window and asked what had happened. "He jumped. He was an old man." She began to cry and so did I. Neither of us had ever met the man. He had jumped from the building across from my husbands office and as I pulled forward to find my husband on the corner, I saw him there. He was lying on the cold ground covered in a blanket. I could see his hands sticking out. There was a firetruck and a man taking pictures. I could barely catch my breath. There I was with my newborn baby. This man that had just jumped from his home was once someone's newborn baby. I was heartbroken.
After this winter day in 2019, I started thinking a lot about mental illness and started noticing it all around me. I quickly realized that I wanted to help people with mental illness. Mental illness does not discriminate against economic backgrounds, ethnicities or age. It is a sickness that can affect any of us.
I hope you will follow along in this journey. 15% of all sales goes to help those who suffer from mental illness find health and happiness.
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