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I'd been the type that felt guilty for taking a nap during the day, and here I was sleeping for hours on end. My invisible symptoms had left my husband skeptical, as I faced his ongoing scrutiny.

The one thing no one ever tells you is how personal grief is. Coming from a black-and-white world, I found myself searching for the right way to do it as Mom's funeral approached. I was afraid of being judged—not only for her suicide, but for my unemotional state.