As a child I went through the heart-wrenching experience of watching my beloved older sister develop schizophrenia. Before that she was always such a strong, beautiful, fun and creative person. I looked up to her so much: she taught me how to play guitar, how to draw and to write poetry. Watching her lose her grip on reality over several years right in her prime of life was terrifying. She reacted to her illness with several suicide attempts that I’ll also never forget. In time she was diagnosed and treated with every medication known to man over her tragic life. I watched her struggle in and out of psychosis, homelessness and the mental health system. Despite it all, she had a great sense of humor. She had a heart attack 9 months ago and remains on a ventilator today. My message is: whenever you see a lost soul or suspect that a person on the street suffers from mental illness, try to remember that they are someone’s sister, daughter or son and they are loved very much.