I would rob the biggest, the baddest, and the meanest drug dealers in the city. In broad daylight with a black outfit on I would be walking down the middle of the highway with a Uzi machine gun in my hand and this voice was telling me can't nobody see me.
My first medication for depression was drugs. Street drugs.
The being up the being up the being up and then suddenly the fall.
These short films from the New York Times reveal the voices of those who struggle with mental illnesses. In honor of May is Mental Health Month, we hope you'll take three minutes to open your eyes to their stories.