<p>¿<em>Five years ago, my 16-year old daughter, Aeryn, took her own life. Even now, those words still don''t feel real. </em></p><p><em>I have found it virtually impossible to separate thoughts and memories of my daughter from the cold, hard, terrifying fact of her death, from the depression that robbed us of her. I want my daughter to be so much more than just a statistic, another suicide in an age of increasing mental health troubles in our society. </em></p><p><em>But the truth is, for those that didn''t know her, she will be defined by her death. And I need to make that count. I need to tell her story.¿ </em></p><p>Aeryn''s diaries provide a frank, brutally honest account of teenage depression, while her haunting yet beautiful poetry paints a graphic picture of her feelings. Interspersed with Facebook posts, email correspondence and her mother''s diaries, they document the last few months of her life and the aftermath of her death. </p><p>In sharing Aeryn''s story, Ellen hopes to