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Patricia GallagherJohn GallagherWelcome to our community! Hopefully,  it will become yours.   This site is for people who have suffered with depression and their families who have been affected by the depression, as well. Speaking openly about depression has helped our family and we hope that this site will help you.

“The night that I jumped from a hospital window was truly the result of a buildup of stress that so altered my body chemistry. It literally took me out of my mind and made me do something that is literally not comprehensible.”
John J. Gallagher

Article in Guideposts Magazine

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Real Men. Real Dads. Real Families. Real Depression. Here is our family’s story featured as the main story in Guideposts Magazine, July issue. Please click the blue link.

Link to Guideposts Magazine article

We welcome interviews and speaking engagements. Available to travel nationwide. I am so proud of my husband who is brave enough to talk about it, and to possibly save other lives.


Family picture, 2006




Click on the Team of Angels to view and download all of the poems.  You can also make a donation to support the Team of Angels Project.


I think a FREE bouquet sometimes just says SOMEONE CARES.


One person’s advice – how to help someone with depression

I lost a friend to suicide this summer. I don’t know that we really could have stopped him, but I think the best advice to a family is: if your son just lost his job, making him feel worse about his situation and berating him for everything he ever did sure isn’t going to help. Also watch the DRUGS! XANAX is DEADLY…you don’t see things the way they really are. Take threats seriously. My friend sent me a text message three weeks before he took his life. I called immediately even though he did not answer.

Other people sharing their stories……..

Maybe you can relate to the experiences shared below. I asked for personal stories on the internet and many people sent me their heartfelt words.  Here are their unfiltered and not edited words. You are not alone.

Other People Share Their Stories

Everyone in my family (no exaggeration here), suffers from depression, individually and as a family. We deal with it how we can, either by burying ourselves in work (My sister and me.), or focus on creative outlets (like my brother), or less productive means (my Dad, who is a recovering alcoholic.) If one of us is depressed, it changes the mood for everyone very quickly. I have dealt with depression off and on for over twenty years.  In the past four years or so it has faded quite a bit–sometimes I still get what I call “funks”, but they only last a couple of days. My depression was most recently at its worst was 2003. I had just broken off a destructive relationship. I was taking care of my mother, and trying to support my daughter as a single parent and struggling with overdue bills.  I was also in a job that was very stressful as well.  I know that if it hadn’t been for my 8 year old daughter to care for, I would not have had the strength to drag myself out of bed in the morning.  Some evenings I’d be so depressed, I’d go in my closet and curl up and cry, hoping my daughter couldn’t hear me.  I couldn’t clean the house, I could barely make us dinner, but I would because I had to.  I eventually went on Zoloft, my first time on an anti-depressants, and after an adjustment period, it certainly took the edge off. At the same time, I had about six months of therapy.

Now I’m happily married, have been off anti-depressants a long time–my husband is wonderful about recognizing when I’m in a “funk” and need extra help or some time alone. If I just have a case of the blues or cabin fever, he makes me get out and take a walk or go out to a friend’s house.  My daughter (now 13) is good about giving me some space as well.  I haven’t felt as helpless as I did in ’03 in a long time…and all I can say is to continue to allow your family to support you and know in your heart that you have people who depend on you and love you.  Certainly depression touches the whole family, but telling your partner and older children what you need to get through it is important. (Do you do better when you’re surrounded by people? Do you need some time alone? As long as you’re getting to work and functioning, should they leave you alone to work it out?) Knowing this helps them to not feel so helpless.

Another sharing:

My husband of thirty years died suddenly and unexpectedly of a devastating heart attack while at work on Dec. 5, 2006.  Our grief as a family (my son, his wife, two teenage sons, and myself) evolved into pockets of individual depression as we dealt with many new situations and disappointments.  The first couple of months it was my daughter-in-law who came to my house every morning, made me get up, shower, eat breakfast, care for my dogs and my house.  When she started to cave under the pressure of taking care of me and my son and their kids, I bought her a puppy and that puppy gave her unconditional love and laughter.  “Bob” also made the kids get out and play and gave the whole family something else to talk about.

Days stretched into two years and I also started drinking a large glass of water every night.  I’m a fifty five year old woman, and my bladder would wake me up and once up, I would try to stay up and do things.

Can you relate to this story?

We didn’t deal ‘perfectly’ with the depression and grief, and I have recently started on Celexa because I just got tired of feeling so uncontrollably bad at times, and I found I needed some stability.  But every morning, I have to get up because I have dogs to walk.

There’s a long history of depression in my family.  When my grandmother would get depressed, she would “take to her bed.” Literally, she would spend days in the bed and wouldn’t get up. It definitely had an impact on our family because someone had to care for her when she got that way.

My father’s depression made holidays really interesting.  He would get particularly down on Christmas because he would think about all the people in the world who were doing without, so he was unable to have fun at our own holiday celebration.  We learned to ignore his morose comments and have fun anyway.

In my own struggles with depression, I, like my grandmother and father, refused to acknowledge that I had a problem for a long time.  When I finally got on a mild dose of an antidepressant, my life changed for the better.   My relationships are better, I don’t struggle with continual suicidal thoughts, I can function better in society, and my family finds it much easier to be around me.

You are not alone. Maybe this story will help you:
I have suffered from depression most of my life. I have been in and out of counseling and treated with antidepressants on several occasions. I found that the antidepressants worked up until I started my emotional overeating of sugar and carbs, then their effectiveness diminished or disappeared all together. I have finally found what works is to use emotional skills I learned, and am still learning. It is the first and only thing I have ever found to turn off my food cravings, thus the emotional overeating, thus the depression. I still get the blues, and am more susceptible to it than most folks, but I get it less often and can pull myself up out of it much more easily.

As breath gives me life, so love gives me meaning.

Give thanks. List the things that you are grateful for. Make gratitude part of your life.

When an adult son has depression: A father’s story

I have an adult son who suffers from depression; although, “suffering” isn’t the word, because he doesn’t admit to being depressed, at least not clinically.  Despite this, he has seen psychiatrists and psychologists, been medicated and not.  For him, medication was the worst.  He continued drinking excessively and, once, while drunk and high on medication, he had an accident (no one, including him, was injured, thankfully) and walked away from it without reporting it.  Found by the police, he was jailed and held on a minimum amount of bail.

At the time, he lived out of state from me, but I had a friend–retired minister, police chaplain, and former therapist–who lived nearby.  I asked the friend to visit my son in jail.  He did and passed on to me his agreement that many of my son’s problems were due to depression.

What should I do, I asked.

Don’t bail him out, my friend said, and I didn’t, because I had preliminarily decided on that.  I believed my son’s being in jail might help him face up to his problems.  I doubt whether it did.

A  couple of weeks later his mother (we’re long divorced) bailed him out against my wishes; his brother had said, “I don’t want my brother in jail.”  Neither did I, but I thought then and think now that it might help, might send him to get treatment.

As part of his sentence (he claimed he was innocent, because he “didn’t remember” hitting anybody) he attended an adult vocational school, then worked at a court-agreed to job.  In the past, he’d always had jobs from which he could be, and often was, fired; it was always his boss’s fault“, however, not his.  “They were out to get him.” I hoped the vocational school, and a real “trade” would help.  He lasted a year before being fired. This time he’d argued with his boss over whether another employee was being “pushed ahead” of him.

I’ve spoken to various agencies, to his psychiatrist (with his permission), to ministers and priests.  Other than my friend who had visited him in jail, no one helped–either my son or me.

Today, he’s living in another state with a friend and the friend’s family.  He has yet another “go nowhere, do nothing” minimum wage job that has nothing to do with his vocational training.

I have accepted that he inherited his depression jointly from his mother and myself, a double dose.  I, too, am occasionally depressed; I was in treatment for about two years.  I don’t know if it helped, because my depression occasionally returns.

I have no idea what to do, or where to turn.  He once caught himself about to, as they say, “eat his gun.”  At the time, he was working as an armed guard–how he got through screening I don’t know–and had stuck one of his guns (he had two) in his mouth.  Perhaps as part of a planned attempt to gain attention, he stopped himself in time to call his psychiatrist who called the police.  They jailed him over the week end for observation, said he needed outside help, and took away his weapons–regretfully, after the prescribed time, his mother went with him, as required by law, to help him get his pistols back.

Family help? Far from it.  Help from physicians?  No.  From outside agencies?  He won’t seek help; he’s an adult and refuses more treatment.  I realize that at any moment I can receive a phone call telling me he has committed suicide.


How to fill your “Love Tank” when your spirits are low

A few years ago, I posted for a project that I needed peoples’ suggestions for “100 Ways to Fill Your Love Tank” – what you do to lift your spirits. Just like a car needs fuel in the tank, we need “fuel” to keep us going. Just discovered them in my folder. Maybe some of these will help you today.
1) In such a busy life, me is sometimes the last person I hear from, so I find I need to purposely make that time. I sit with a cup of decaf Earl Grey in my library, being quiet and listening to what my heart is trying to tell me. Though I may cry, I often feel much better, because I’ve been able to take the time to be with me, to think about me, to ask me what I need, to listen to me.
2) I read, voraciously, usually something lighthearted or funny. Pulp fiction is great for this, especially when you can suspend reality and put yourself in a character’s shoes who has such ridiculous or serious problems that yours become so much less.
3) I take a walk around the neighborhood, to see what’s new. If I’m mad or upset, I walk quickly, until I feel better, whether it’s 5 minutes or 50. If I’m just melancholy, I’ll walk slower, trying to focus on what might have changed or the feeling of walking.
4) I spend time with friends, either quietly or not. This year has been pretty trying for me, so my best friend and I have been watching the complete seasons of Gilmore Girls. It’s made me feel loved, especially when I didn’t want to talk.
5) I go to the airport and watch families reunite at the end of the concourse. It always makes me so much happier that I do have my family, and hopeful that someday, I’ll be one of those mothers catching running children at the end of the concourse.
6) I watch a children’s movie–something like Finding Nemo, Ice Age or anything Charlie Brown. Perspective does such great things for people, and especially me, because I find that my depression usually comes from how I view events and my choices related to those events.

Second Half Champion Award – Wells Fargo Advisors

John and Patricia Gallagher, with the support of their four children, began speaking to community groups and organizations about depression and other mental illnesses and, specifically how it affected their family, after John who was hospitalized for depression, jumped out of his hospital window. Thankfully, he survived. He very sadly did not realize that he had depression. This attempt disrupted and changed not only his life but his family’s as well.

Patricia was a former Account Executive and John was a Financial Analyst. Both have MBA’s in Finance. Patricia and John and their four children wrote their personal stories in their family’s book, “No More Secrets.”


To help her deal with her deal with what was going on in her own family,  Patricia started  the  “Team of Angels” movement. She wrote hundreds of inspirational poems and designed a gold Team of Angels lapel pin which was attached to the card bearing the poem.  This accidental “random act of kindness” movement later became a family business. To date,  125, 000 pins have been sent worldwide,  helping others cope with trying times.



Wells Fargo Second Half Champion Award
Wells Fargo Advisors conducted a nationwide search for individuals age 50 and over who have made significant contributions to society, achieved remarkable goals and whose second half of life has taken on a completely different purpose than the first half. The Gallaghers were awarded the Second Half Champion Award in 2010.   Click the video below to view their family’s story.




To view 14 books authored by Patricia Gallagher featured on Amazon and Kindle:

Available on Amazon and Kindle – 14 books authored by Patricia Gallagher

Also by Patricia Gallagher

Patricia’s 14 Book Titles on Amazon Link


John and Patricia Are Coming to a City Near You.

They are embarking on a tour of America to
speak about the message of their book, including
bringing attention to the collateral damage that
happens to a family when secrets are kept about
depression, anxiety and attempted suicide.
Call (267) 939-0365 to schedule a visit
for a church, gathering, coffeehouse, service organization,
library, school, support group, conference,
retreat, corporation, etc.
Visit www.speakingaboutdepression.com





Real Dads. Real Men. Real Families. Real Depression.

I recommend the following websites for resources related to mental health issues:

National Institute of Mental Health

National Alliance on Mental Illness

Real Dads. Real Men. Real Families. Real Depression.



How did this program begin? The Gallagher’s  campaign began when a CPA firm and a Philadelphia based foundation offered a development grant for the purpose of bringing John and Patricia’s campaign to organizations. Programs were enthusiastically received by the United Way Kick-Off campaign at Exelon  Power Plant, Women in Recovery, Meadow Wood Psychiatric Hospital, the New Choices Program at Montgomery County Community College, as well as many Rotary groups, schools, civic groups, hospitals, and churches.

Are messages tailored for addressing depression in the workforce? John and Patricia Gallagher are founding partners in the Speaking About Depression Initiative, which aims to destigmatize mental health issues in the workplace. One of the programs offered is titled Speaking about Depression is a Good Business Move.

Are there programs specifically for the faith communities?
A special program titled Hanging on to Faith When Life Falls Apart is an uplifting and informative presentation with a practical and faith-based message geared for churches, schools, retreats, spiritual and organizations.

John and Patricia Gallagher welcome interviews, consultations, and speaking engagements. May be available on short notice.

Email: speakingaboutdepression@gmail.com

Office: (267) 939-0365

Main website: http://www.patriciausa.com



Private Painful Time


Questions About Our Family

Are There Any Questions?

Does Oprah know that the Gallagher family that she touted as HAPPY and
featured on her show twice shattered a few years later?

Several years before depression ravaged our family, my wife
wrote a book titled Raising Happy Kids on a Reasonable Budget. The
Oprah film crew came out to our suburban Philadelphia home and
filmed a segment which aired on the show. Then Oprah arranged
for Trisha and Katelyn to fly to Chicago to be guests on the show.
The show re-ran a year later. We sent Oprah an email but we have
not heard from the Oprah Show.


Why did your family tell everybody that you had been in a car

There is such a stigma attached to the word suicide.We were beyond
shock that this could have happened to us. I was so logical
and just a regular type of dad. All of this seemed so unbelievable.
We were very active in our community and I guess we just didn’t
want anybody to judge our family and talk about us. What we have
learned through all of this is to never judge anyone. You never
know what a person or a family is going through, unless you “have
walked in their shoes.”

Why didn’t you even tell your father the truth?

My father was at the beginning stages of Alzheimer’s. I was so
embarrassed about the possibility of losing my job and I didn’t
want my father or father-in-law to know about the corporate
downsizing. I guess my identity was tied to being a good provider
and protector, the same values I learned from them. Losing the job
made me feel like a failure.

What has been the impact of your secrecy on your four

It was hard because we did not tell extended family, friends,
neighbors and church members what had really happened. We
told them to say I was in an accident. This led to them isolating
from their friends because they were afraid they would say the
wrong thing. It also taught them that depression was shameful.

What were the effects of living with a dad who had depression
and a mom who was trying to pick up the pieces of the
old life?

To the children, it was confusing. Their dad didn’t want to talk
about anything and their mom wanted to talk about it a lot. We
separated, and three of the kids moved to a new town with Trisha.
Robin moved in with Mom Mom. I lived about 45 minutes away
from them for about a year. Then, I moved to an apartment a few
minutes from their house. New schools, new friends, and a new
lifestyle but we all adjusted and thrived. I am so very proud of all
of them.

Why did your family decide to write a book titled NO MORE

On January 20, I read a feature story in The Philadelphia
Inquirer about a young man who had jumped nine stories from an
apartment building. “Out of the blue” that day, I said , “I am not
going to let this happen to one more family. I am going to write a
book. I said to Trish, ‘Can you call all of the kids to our house for
dinner tonight? I want them each to write a chapter.’ Katelyn and
Trisha were willing participants. They had been waiting for years
to be able to share how all of this affected them. Robin said, “Dad,
I don’t remember anything. That was so long ago.” She once remarked,
“Dad, I spent so much time trying to forget about it, I don’t want to try to remember.”
When she did write her chapter, she was very honest and open. Katelyn asked if she could do some of the photos for the book. She added, “Dad, I would take a picture
of our house on Holly Hill Road and turn it upside down. And then, I would take a family photo from that year and turn it upside down. Because that is how my life has felt since then….like it’s been upside down.” Kristen didn’t want to talk much about it.
For Kristen, it brought up a lot of transitions that still cause her pain. Her story helped us to understand life through the eyes of a twelve year old. Ryan, who was nine years old, was protected from much of what was going on. When they did write their chapters,
they told of their unique memories. Ryan asked his grandmother
for help in writing his chapter because he couldn’t recall his feelings.
I guess my personal sharing was helpful for them to read. We
have learned so much. They know now that I was not abandoning
them or being “selfish” by attempting suicide. I honestly don’t
know if my children will read the book, but by simply talking
about it, for the past year, we are no longer in the dark about how
each of us felt. The book has been the start of healing for all of us.

How is your family now?

I currently work in a men’s clothing store and the four kids (all
young adults) are in college, all studying psychology. Trisha and I
founded the Speaking About Depression Initiative. Our mission is to
carry our message about Real Men, Real Depression to organizations,
church groups, retreats, and corporate meetings nationwide and worldwide.

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The Gallagher Family Today

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