Anessah Barker
Nov 3 · 3 min read
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****This story could be triggering to those who have been suicidal. Please be advised of the sensitive subject matter****

In September of 2007, I sat on the floor of my parents’ bedroom and I tried to explain how bad my depression had gotten. Although I had had two suicide attempts before, this was the first time I had ever tried to articulate my descent into depression. I described the feeling to my parents’ as watching darkness creep in from the corner of my eyes. The darkness…

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Anessah Barker

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Both a keeper and a weeper. A writer, a wife, a mother, and a life long scholar. BA English Literature(2013), M.LIS(2018), current MSW student. She/Her/Hers

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