Someone said recently, who had also been diagnosed with mental illness, "I wish it had been cancer. With cancer, people bring you dinner. They form meal trains, and drop off magazines, organize car pools for radiation and chemotherapy. With mental illness, I was also debilitated. On medication that made me feel like a zombie. But I was alone. I feared running into people I knew, and when I saw them at the grocery store, they avoided eye contact. They didn't know what to say."
I am not saying that cancer is any better than mental illness. But we need to talk more about it. Carrie took her own life on Saturday March 30th, after battling the illness for nearly a year and a half. She left those two beautiful children and husband behind. And it's heartbreaking.
This cause is too important not to talk about. One in four people will be impacted by mental illness this year in the United States. I hope to get people talking about it. And hope that it can help. Carrie was a devoted friend, loving mother and wife, and this disease took over.
This is the eulogy I delivered at Carrie's memorial service on April 4th.