I know a lot of warrior boys. I knew I had one warrior in my life. But I didn't know I had another warrior in my home.
And he's shy.
And he's an amazing basketball player.
And he's trapped.
He's trapped by another person.
A person only he can see.
A person that tells him he's a failure.
A person that tells him he can't do anything.
A person that tells him he's no good.
He's battling this person every day.
Without a weapon.
With pure guts.
And the love of his family.
Every day he battles this person.
And every day we hug him.
We remind him of our love for him.
We try to make him laugh.
And we try to make the other person a little smaller.
Today my warrior decided he would share his story.
Maybe in sharing his story his armor can be a little stronger.
Maybe his story can help another person.
I am so proud of my warrior.
It's so scary to share your story.
But he said it was ok.
He doesn't want to be alone anymore.
Mental illness is real.
And my warrior is battling a very serious mental illness.
And he needs everyone to love him and support him.
We are getting him the help he needs.
Just as my other warrior has a village, this warrior needs a village too.