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Reduce Stigma. Release Hope. Mental Health Month.

Mental Health

You may be a mother with a successful career, a healthy marriage and hordes of quality friendships.

Perhaps you’re a recent college graduate who’s been offered his dream job.

You could be a husband who just lost his job and you’re trying to figure out how to tell your new bride.

Or you’re a single parent who is overwhelmed with your children … with your singleness … with your life.

But you all have one thing in common…. with actress Taraji P. Henson … with Olympic swimmer Michael Phelps … with Gospel singer Tasha Cobbs … and with comedian Wayne Brady.

You are in the same company as singer/actress Lady Gaga, rapper Kanye West, author J.K. Rowling, actor Chris Evans, football player Brandon Marshall, and numerous others.

You are one of the many faces of mental health struggles.

And you are not alone.

A couple of years ago, I thought I was alone as I wallowed in depression. Initially I thought it was just sadness and grief over a traumatic miscarriage. Then I thought I was overwhelmed with the loss, and life in general – being a wife, mom, daughter, sister; homeschooling, writing, working, and, well, just being. I then rationalized that fatigue was the culprit. That’s why I didn’t have the energy to get out of bed, was rapidly losing interest in everyday life, and had no desire to leave the house. Finally, I was willing to face the truth. I was depressed. Clinically depressed. Not wanting to be here anymore depressed.

As a person with an outgoing personality, I didn’t know what that meant or what it looked like. What I did know is that I was embarrassed that I wasn’t in better control of my emotions, ashamed of the stigma of being a “depressed” person, and defensive about needing any sort of help. However, confronting those feelings and my pain was a valuable first step toward healing. Now I want others to know that you don’t have to fight that battle by yourself.

People are now starting to talk more about what it feels like to struggle with mental health issues. It’s hard to describe what a void, and darkness feels like. If you’ve never experienced it, you don’t understand the torture of seeing people around you vibrant, smiling, full of life, and even if you appear the same way, knowing that you’re bleeding inside and would do almost anything not to be here.

The National Alliance on Mental Illness notes that 43.8 million adults in the United States – approximately 1 in 5 – suffers from mental illness in a given year. On the outside, it doesn’t always look like the stigmatized, stereotypical picture many of us have come to expect of a person curled in ball, crying, unable to get out of bed or function. Granted, to the person living through it, depression or anxiety can feel that way. But it can also look like a brilliant Academy-award winning performance, or an Olympic-worthy feat, or even just the dazzling smile of a person who appears to have it all together. It can be someone who appears fully functional to the world, yet is bleeding, completely ravaged on the inside. There isn’t one definitive way to tell if someone is struggling mentally.

May is Mental Health Month. The purpose of the designation is to raise awareness. What does it mean to live with a mental illness? What are the signs that you may be suffering? How can you cope and get help? And what is the best way to relate to someone who is hurting from depression or anxiety?

First of all, love them where they are. Don’t judge what they’re going through, or how they’re processing it. Loving them can mean simply listening. It can mean relieving them of some of their stress and burdens. It can also mean helping them to find a therapist or doctor to get them on the path to healing. Also, don’t try to “make it all better.” You can’t. Your friend doesn’t need your solutions. Your brother isn’t asking you to analyze his childhood trauma. Your husband has not asked you to fix his insecurities. What they do seek is love, grace and guidance to help them navigate their journey from pain to whole health.

Enough with the stigma. Enough with the hiding. Enough with the whispers and pretending it’s not real.

Mental illness is real. It’s hard. It hurts.

But there’s help. You can cope. You can move forward.

Reduce the stigma. Release the power of hope.

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I De-Clare …. HOPE!

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I was playing the card game War with my two sons. The boys were about to square off over a pair of Jacks. They laid down their three primer cards and got ready to lower the boom. In a somewhat synchronized fashion (after all, no one wants to go “first”) they said, “I De-Clare ….” And as my oldest son shouted “War!” his younger brother said “Hope!” Guess what? My youngest son won. In fact, he did that the entire game. And won. Every. Single. Time. He declared hope and won.

I have taken an extensive break from blogging, introspective writing, and for a while there, a break from living life. I mean, really living. Loss and trauma left me an empty shell, devoid of the desire to think … to feel … to laugh … and to really live.

But something happened. Time passed – and while not a cure, it allowed for healing, and for growth. It allowed for rebuilding, both inside and out. I got stronger. I got wiser. I got better. And then I made the decision – I want to REALLY live.

And that’s when I declared HOPE. I have hope for a future filled with possibilities. I have hope that even if I don’t always feel like laughing or smiling, the sun will shine and things will get better. I have hope that I can accomplish all God has placed in my heart to do, even if it’s only one step at a time. And I have hope in a God Who loves me; Jesus, Who guides me, and family and friends who embrace me.

It’s time to focus and get back on my mission. Powerful lesson from an 8-year-old.

I De-Clare HOPE!

Breathe. Just Breathe.

Breathe 2016

 

Racing to camp for the kids. Preparing curriculum for next year. Helping to plan a wedding. Planning a major life event. Moving family out of state. One thing right after the other. Good things. All good things.

And yet, I’m overwhelmed. Feels like it’s coming to fast. No time to breathe. Can’t get it all done. Feels like I’m barely hanging on.

And then I realize why. I’m trying to do it all in my own power. Not resting in the peace and power of God.

Thank You, Lord, for Your Peace.

I am learning to breathe. Just breathe.

 

Timeless Wisdom from Grandma

This month would have marked my precious Grandmother’s birthday. The lessons and love that she instilled with me are very much a part of my life. I was privileged to honor her in a recent article in Fayette Woman magazine.  Enjoy.

Grandmom Ethel July 2016

Hugs and kisses. Ice cream cones on the front step as the summer sun sets in a haze. New experiences, new horizons, new conquests.  Continue reading Timeless Wisdom from Grandma

Someday

As I’ve reflected on the recent busyness of my life … for so many, many reasons … I wanted to share this once again.  It definitely hits home.

 

What I tell myself on those really really really long tiring motherhood days….

Someday my house will stay clean.

Someday the dishes will be done and cereal not spilled on the floor.

Someday the juice box straw wrappers won’t be stuck to the counter.

Someday there won’t be swings to push.

Continue to read at: “Someday” – Finding Joy

Don’t Take It At Face Value

Standardized test May 2016

It’s standardized testing season. And I have a perfectionist child. He wants to get everything right – the first time – without exception.

He finishes his practice test and discovers after checking his work, that he got several answers wrong relating to interdependence, cooperation, and wants vs needs. Initially, he was crushed, and came to me about it. Instead of immediately agreeing with his answers being incorrect according to the answer guide, I asked him to explain the answers he selected. I was taken aback. And thrilled. He’s an outside-the-box thinker. He doesn’t just accept the answer at face value. He thinks, reasons and examines.  And I don’t want to change that about him for anything in the world.

I love my little homeschool family. I love my creative thinkers. I’m ecstatic that he understands the answer that may be desired on the test and why, but can still defend his thoughts. It’s an amazing feeling to see his young mind at work.

He doesn’t just accept an answer at face value. Indeed, I’m raising individuals. And I love it.

This is What It Sounds Like …..

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Heartbroken.

I actually cried. It’s not often the death of someone famous brings me to actual tears. It’s a sad thing, yes. And I’m sorry to hear it.  But this death made me feel like … like … I lost a part of my history.
I adored Prince. The Purple Rain album (I had the one with the pullout poster) was the soundtrack of my teen years. My absolute favorite Prince song of all time …. When Doves Cry.  I felt alive. I felt invincible. I felt youthful.
I felt like I knew him, you know? Prince’s fearlessness, his originality, his complexities and feelings all wrapped up in his music, made him relatable … touchable … Yet he was unlike any other. He did things we wished we were brave enough to do.   And of course, my teenage crush made him seem bigger than life.
He’s irreplaceable. The doves are crying, and we’re crying with them.
Rest in peace, Prince Rogers Nelson.

Grateful … to be me

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Ah… another year.  I woke up this morning with joy in my heart and peace in my spirit.  Of course I wanted to express it in my favorite way.  Writing!

I have so much to be thankful for.  I praise God that I know me – and love me!  (That was a process well worth the effort!) I’m thankful for patience with myself and others.  I’m thankful for a true loving giving partner in my husband. I’m thankful for my sons’ laughter and smiles. I’m thankful to do what I love – write, encourage and motivate others.  I’m thankful for loving supportive family and friends. And I’m thankful for a hope in and love for Jesus that brings peace that passes all understanding.

Thanks for sharing in this day with me.

 

 

 

It’s Like Another Christmas . . .

Easter basket March 2016

Easter baskets? Check. Plastic eggs? Check. Chocolates to go inside the plastic eggs? Check. Toys … toys …. oh, I had forgotten a special toy. I was attempting for create Easter baskets for my sons wanted to make sure I had all my bases covered. As I raced down the aisles looking for something nice, but not too over-the-top, I joked with another parent doing the same thing. “It’s like another Christmas,” I said. We shared a laugh.

Then I stopped. And thought. The most important thing to me about this upcoming Easter holiday is not that my kids have the perfect outfit for church, or have the perfect baskets, or get a desired treat. More than anything, I want them to know that there is a God who loves them so much, that He sent His Son to die for them. And then His Son, Jesus, rose!

I put away my hastily grabbed toys. Although I will still do something for them, my entire mindset has changed. It’s not the gifts that I give them that matter. It’s the gift they receive in their hearts. And His Name is Jesus.

Enjoy your Resurrection Day!