Milo was an extraordinary son. He had a brilliant mind, a beautiful smile and a heart of gold.  He laughed a lot and made us laugh. No one who met Milo was ever left unimpressed or unaffected.

Milo lived his life with endless passion and excitement. Life to him was one long concert, full of  leaps and bounds filled with noise, lights and music. He loved his family, his friends, his music, and was passionate about working out and staying physically fit.

Milo was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder just months before he passed away. We were told that in all probability he had been born with it. Clearly, he had Attention Deficit Disorder 

many years before receiving the official diagnosis. 

We began to notice Milo's problems with depression and despair when he was about ten years old, and I was going through a divorce. Over the years we tried to get him the help he needed, but he was resistant, feeling that it was something he could, and should handle on his own. Because of the stigma attached to Mental Illness, thousands upon thousands of people avoid seeking the help that they so desperately need.


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