I want my children to live in a world where the label of a mental illness is not a shroud to hide under in fear. For me, that looks like telling my story. Silent for so long, it’s like a tiny drip of water from a rusty tap that’s trying to turn back on. I still pause, inhale sharply and have an internal debate as to whether to speak up when the conversation turns to mental health. I just…do. It’s too important not to.