I am grateful. My father committed suicide when I was 10 and I vividly recall the devastation he and the family went through. We were taught to hide tablets and possible ligatures as suicide attempts were commonplace. I am grateful that time is over and that I have a lovely, stable home life for my children. I am grateful that I can tell them, truthfully how lucky they are. Gratitude is an important part of my life as I know how painful mental illness can be. A very powerful, thought provoking post. Thank you.