Broken Strings

As we ate sticky rice and seaweed fish soup, Aida told me the good news: in Singapore there’s another name for schizophrenia. The name is not easily translated into English, but it means “violin with a broken string.” My new friend Aida is one of the first women to be ordained as an Anglican priestContinue reading “Broken Strings”

Breaking the Silence

We met at Taco Bell during a rainstorm. My brother and I grabbed a bite to eat before attending a program that night hosted by NAMI (National Alliance for Mental Illness). After eating burritos and a Mexican pizza, we headed to Windermere Union Church for the program. This was their fourth year hosting the annualContinue reading “Breaking the Silence”

Don’t Stop Living

I was on suicide watch for someone who was thousands of miles away. After hanging up the phone, I couldn’t stop thinking about what my father said. From his words and from the sound of his voice, I knew that his despair was so immense, so consuming; my father lost his desire to live. IContinue reading “Don’t Stop Living”