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  121 million people worldwide suffer from depression.  Between 20% and 50% of children and teens struggling with depression have a family history of this struggle. Depression often co-occurs with anxiety disorders and substance abuse, with 30 percent of teens with depression also developing a substance abuse problem. Two-thirds of those suffering will never seek treatment. Untreated depression can lead to self-harm, such as cutting, burning, hair-pulling, and more.  Most disturbing is that about 15% of the population with depression will commit suicide. These statistics are staggering.  Jamie Tworkowski, the founder of a charity called To Wr

Can you see her now? She is slipping into the water. How much more can you allow Before you see how much you've hurt her. The past may not matter, But there's no way to forget. In a heart beat, you could have had her, But you let your past become a threat. She's made her mistakes, But she learned to move on. In spite of her heartbreaks, She looks to the dawn. She'll push away the misery, And not let it hold her down. Maybe one day, she can see the beauty, And turn her life around.

If he wanted time, that's all he had to say. She'd give him her night if he gave her his day. She sees memories all around, things that are hard to let go. Questions start to rain down, But she ties her thoughts in a bow. Deal with them later, Let the pain dissipate. To his games she won't cater, It's only more tears for her to anticipate.

"They were…. Like butterflies, but so, so much more beautiful." Dr. Alice Monroe pulled off her glasses and rubbed her eyes as she reviewed the recording of her last session with Elizabeth James. It sounded like the typical ranting of a victim of a psychotic (unclassified in this case) disorder, except people with a psychotic disorder did simply that- they ranted. With Elizabeth, it was not like that. She seemed so calm and normal, but legitimately scared of what these beautiful butterfly people could do to her- as if, at any moment, if she said the wrong thing, they would come seize her from her home and take her away. It was impossib

alone, alone the dark it screams. you're mine. is it done? is he gone? go, go! it's the only way out. pull the trigger, pull.

she walks in death... silent. as a butterfly's breath. press, press forward, move on. they all will do you wrong. dance, dance! fly away. the only way to survive is to get out of this place.

Webster's definition of imagination is the act or power of forming a mental image of something not present to the senses or never before wholly perceived in reality. Imagination is creative thinking, the ability to confront and deal with a problem, and often, resourcefulness. These are all literal definitions, impersonal and not relating to the reader individually. Albert Einstein, a German physicist, claimed that to him, imagination was more important than even knowledge. The Irish literary critic, playwright, and essayist, George Bernard Shaw, said "You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?

things can't get any worse, every whisper hurts. life should be just beginning, but instead seems to be ending. the story seems to unravel, but rumors start to travel. the deeper she goes, the more she knows. how can one help? nothing can tell. she's perfect to the eyes, but i see through her disguise. god! why can't i take them? her problems are because of him. there's nothing i can offer, to make up the sins of her father.

Once upon a time, As begins most fairy tale rhymes, There was a husband and wife, And they had no easy life. With all of their hearts, they wished for a child, One that loved life, was behaved, and not wild. In a garden of their neighbor’s, A witch like a saber, Grew onions and tomatoes, and corn and potatoes. The wife longed for this food, And the husband agreed to intrude. Well, the man soon discovered, That he should have been covered. For the saber-toothed witch, Shouted out for the snitch! “Who is that there? Intruder, beware!” “Give me mercy!” He did plead, And his lust for life she envied. &

The night was dark. Few stars were in the sky, and the moon was a tiny sliver of rock, shaped in a perfect crescent. The sound of a piano drifted through the air, and the smell of pine trees tantalized the senses. The log cabin in the clearing of the forest was old, leaning on one side and obviously not cared for. There was an old guitar pressed against the front porch, the wood faded and the strings broken. The piano music came from the inside, and it was the sound of a sad lullaby, with major chords that threw in the anger of the tune. The man at the piano was tall and lean, and he bent over in a Mozart-like fashion, moved his body with the