"God, if you have to take my son, I will let him go." I will never forget the pain in those words. I was heartbroken and angry. How would God do this to us?
How can I share my vulnerability with others, and still, they say I am strong? It is a dynamic that is hard to grasp, especially when my current state of being is weak.
I have long been on the fence regarding support networks. I attended some that only brought me down, and others with so little accountability, you can't rely on their process as support. I appreciate the current group I am meeting with as we are using a specific workbook written for mental health.
"Lord, do I have enough in me to handle this"
Sitting at work like, "Was I even here in December. When did the sun come back? What just happened to 2019, was I even in it?"
Tonight I remember Amy Bleuel, founder of Project Semicolon. She was the voice for many. Her encouragement and dedication to the fight against suicide was empowering.
She grew tired and lost her battle. On this night, I get it.
What caused a happy, beaming mother to be to decide to use one last time? I will never know. Perhaps the thought of it being the last time never entered her mind.
Does it ever?
I bottle up the internal pain and suffering, only sharing with a few. I wear the mask and behavior of normalcy.
Newsflash to the mentally healthy, mental illness has no cure. This is a lifetime of seasons-a rotation of winter, spring, summer, and fall. Don't confuse mental illness with your seasons' explanation.
Human nature. It is a description of characteristics on thinking, feeling, and behaving, a phrase, and often an excuse for bad behavior. Today, I am leaning into the excuse part. I have a battered past. Both colorful and very black and white, it defines the road that made me who I am today. By my …