The parade of warm casseroles into homes of families dealing with death or sickness is as plentiful in the South as ants on a picnic table. When the sickness is addiction or mental illness, however, you’d be lucky to get eye contact from a neighbor. Forget about a baked lasagna or a nine-by-thirteen of chicken divan to ease and comfort. Sadly, this beautiful story proves the point.

Slate.com Article – Families Dealing with Mental Illness