Perhaps not the right place,
and beware it is a downer yet, I was just thinking about the little ones, the wee ones I've seen and known over the years that are suffering with major depression and bipolar.
I've known wee ones as young as 4 who saw and heard things that weren't real, so depressed they put bookbags over their heads in an effort to suffocate themselves, and would pull themselves into a fetal position and rock back and forth with anxiety.
I also remember 2 of my 4 hospitalizations being in the hospital and being walked to the cafeteria by the patient handler. I and the other adults who also suffered with Bipolar, Depression, and suicidal ideation all walking one behind the other in a straight line with a handler (we called them). We'd pass a line of wee little ones who also were walking one behind the other in a straight line with 2 handlers and we adults all would whisper to each other about the wee ones and how sad it was for us to see them knowing that they were feeling what we felt and not understanding anymore than we did.
I remember my heart aching watching them day after day knowing what they had to look forward to as they grew older cause I and the other adults were there also.
30 years ago I was them only I wasn't in a hospital, I just suffered in silence and often times wanting to die to get out of the pain and heaviness. I'm 40 now and except for the message boards I still am in silence, and somedays it is all I can do to keep from leaving.
