Monday, June 22, 2015

My son did not "commit" suicide.


My son did not “commit” suicide.  Dealing with grief is always difficult; dealing with death by suicide is even more complicated.  My son died from an untreated depression, an illness caused by an imbalance of certain chemicals in the brain.  It is just like any other illness, but this illness carries the stigma of a “mental” illness.  Mental illness is a neurological illness.  We need to help eliminate the image of a crazy person in a padded cell with the word mental illness because most struggling with this illness are just like you and me except they are fighting a battle internally that we cannot see.

Since my son Tommy died by suicide, I have realized that his illness was so incredibly intense and overwhelming that he could not escape from the pain no matter how hard he tried.  Depression causes immense suffering.  Depression prevents those suffering from being able to look forward to anything (including a bright future and the birth of their first child).  The depressed can only think about how they feel in that moment and have lost the ability to envision a future without pain.  Many times, those suffering don’t even realize their illness is treatable.  The depression doesn’t allow them to think or consider the people around them, their families, or friends; they are too consumed with emotional pain that becomes unbearable.  They feel hopeless.  They feel helpless.   They don’t want to die, but their brain tricks them into believing it’s the only way the pain will end.  For them, it is not a choice; it’s a reaction to the agonizing pain they are feeling. 

When I tell someone how my son died it is often followed by a silence or a look of fear.  The people that know how our son died often don't even bring up his name; thinking it's best not to talk about it.  The silence is the main reason for the discrimination and stigma.  The silence tells me that the person has decided that this kind of death is not acceptable because it is self-inflicted.  In many people’s minds, suicide occurs because of weakness or lack of character.  Many don’t understand that a mental illness is the same as a physical illness.  We need to support those with a mental illness and their families the same way we would with someone suffering from a physical illness such as cancer. 

The phrase “committed suicide” causes great pain to those who have been affected by suicide.  The word “committed” was used during the Middle Ages because suicide was considered illegal and sinful.  Now hundreds of years later we know so much more about mental disorders.  We know mental disorders can and often do lead to suicide.  So let’s stop using this outdated vocabulary and start breaking the stigma of mental illness.  Unfortunately, most people misunderstand suicide and the effects of it; so the myths are propagated. 

Compassion is a choice.  Education and understanding is a choice.  Suicide is not. 

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

The roller coaster

I have been in a bit of a funk over the past several weeks and been having a difficult time dealing with it let alone putting into words.  I am sure it is part of the “grief roller coaster” along with some post-traumatic stress, hormones, and life circumstances all rolled into one.  My heart has been heavy and I have found myself disappointed a lot.  I am disappointed in myself for not dealing with situations and people better.  I am disappointed that this is my life, because I expected my life to be so different.  I am disappointed that I have such a difficult time keeping the negative thoughts from my mind.  I am disappointed that I don’t always recognize the blessings, because I am too often consumed with the pain.  I am disappointed that I am such an emotional mess and my family is the one who has to deal with it.  I am disappointed in people and their lack of understanding, compassion, and love for people who are hurting.  The things I find solace in are the quite times I have in God’s presence, the few times I get to hold my 17 year old daughter (which isn’t often), the times I get to snuggle with my grandbaby, and the times God uses me to help another.  I know this season of disappointment is just that, a season.  I know that it is part of the transformation to become this new person I am becoming.  There are moments that I smile instead of cry, because I know my son experienced joy and love in his life even though there was pain in his mind.  I find peace in knowing he is no longer hurting and is resting in God’s presence, but the selfishness in me wants him here.  All of this is by far more then I could ever handle on my own and so I am so incredibly thankful for Jesus and the strength and peace he bestows upon me every day. 

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Tired

I am feeling so tired lately.  I am physically and emotionally tired.  Every part of me is tired.  My hands, my heart, my eyes, my body, my head, and my whole being and soul are tired.  I think all the pain and heartache is wearing me down and all I can do it ask for God to take it all away.  I often want so much to just get away from it all and escape into myself, but I know that I need to be here for the plan God has for me in all of this.  It’s a constant battle to be present and stay positive.  Some days it takes everything I have to not allow myself to be consumed by the darkness and terror in my head.  It takes so much energy to keep faith and continue on when your heart in broken into pieces and your head plays your worst nightmare over and over in your head.  I act like I am tough and doing ok but I often feel like I am not strong enough to shoulder all of this pain and responsibility.  I disappoint myself because I question God sometimes.  It all seems so unfair.  I feel at times that I don’t have what it takes to survive this.  All I can do is give God everything completely because He is the only one that can give me the strength and direction that I so desperately need.  Each day I push on doing what I can because I trust God even though I have moments I question Him.  I know that He can take this pain and turn it into a purpose for my life and his kingdom.  Psalms 34:18 The Lord is close to the broken-hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. 

Friday, May 8, 2015

The reality of Mother’s Day this year……


Mother’s Day this year will be the first of which I have to go through without my son Tommy and the second without my mom.  I won’t hear my son say “Happy Mother’s Day” or “I love you mom”.  I won’t receive the funny cards and the hand written notes of affection he would give me.  I won’t get to spend the day with my two children and appreciate how blessed I am to have them both in my life.  As a mother who is grieving a child, Mother’s Day will require a large amount of strength and patience as I encounter others who don’t know what to say and who often say the wrong things.  This grief is something that no one should have to bear and difficult for anyone to understand who hasn’t gone through it themselves.  As child who has a mother no longer living it will be very hard to see others enjoying their mothers while I am not only grieving my mother but also my son.  It’s all incredibly unfair and heartbreaking but I know to get through it all I have to focus on the blessings I have in front of me.  To celebrate both my mother and Tommy on this special day by speaking their names and keeping their memories alive in everything we do.  The truth is I will always love my son and I will always be his mother. 

This is a poem that I find comfort in.......

Last night while I was trying to sleep,

 My son's voice I did hear,

 I opened my eyes and looked around

 But he did not appear.

 He said, "Mom, you've got to listen,

 You've got to understand,

 God didn't take me from you, mom,

 He only took my hand.

 When I called out in pain that day,

 The moment that I died,

 He reached down and took my hand,

 And pulled me to His side.

 He pulled me up and saved me

 From the misery and pain.

 My body was hurt so badly,

 I could never be the same.

 My search is really over now,

 I've found happiness within,

 All the answers to my empty dreams

 And all that might have been.

 I love you all and miss you so,

 And I'll always be nearby.

 My body's gone forever,

 But my spirit will never die.

 And so, you must all go on now,

 And live, and understand...

 God did not take me from you,

 He only took my hand."

 -Author Unknown

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

The light will come


The nightmare that I and many other families live every day is so very hard to put into words.  When you lose someone you love to suicide it’s a pain like no other.  We continue to move on and live our lives the best we can, but at any moment a crushing blow of reality can hit us and knock us to the core.  How could this be our reality?  How could my son do this to himself, to us?  Why didn’t he ask for help?  Why didn’t he hang on one more day?  Nothing makes sense and no answers will ever bring peace to the situation no matter how hard we try.  We try to understand the reality of mental illness and how their brain is hijacked, but it’s a complex thing to grasp if you have never experienced it firsthand.  It’s difficult to let go of the what if’s and the why me’s no matter how much we want to.  It’s especially difficult to let go of the images that haunt us if we were the unfortunate one to have found them that dreadful day.  Our only desire is to remember our loved one for the amazing, loving, sweet, kind, funny, and giving individuals they were while alive, but the painful void of not understanding and missing them often weighs us down.  Yes, we all want to continue to live our lives, find peace, find happiness in the midst of all the pain, and remember our loved ones in a positive light but suicide is painful, dark, and un-comprehensible to say the least.  There are slivers of light that we see as each day passes.  A child is born, a sign sent from heaven, a letter found, a song is heard…all of which show us the beauty and light of our loved one that left far too soon.  We find ways to remember the happy times and share the stories of the love and joy they brought to our lives.  Each day passes and more light appears until finally we are able to soak it all in but there will always be cracks that although filled by light will never fully go away.  These loved ones and the void they left will always be a part of us but light will shine through our broken hearts again.   

Thursday, April 2, 2015

I belong....


I did not grow up a believer and come from a family where many live their lives for themselves and not for the Lord.  I have been asked and know that many wonder how I can praise God through all I have been through.  How can you praise Jesus even though you have been abused, lost a husband to drunk driving, lost your mother to cancer, never knew your father, and then lost your first born and only son to suicide?  This question still amazes me.  How could I not?  I honestly don’t think I could have ever survived these things without Jesus.  Because of the love I have in my heart and the Holy Spirit in me, there are no circumstances that could possibly ever change who I forever am in Christ.  Maybe since my life was changed after accepting Christ into my heart and life long before I had to deal with the devastating loss of my son….it never has crossed my mind to turn my back on the only Lord who has been there for me through it all.  Turn my back on or deny the Lord who gives me strength and peace that passes all understanding?  Instead, I praise Jesus and draw closer during this time.  I have lived without Jesus and know what that is like and don’t ever want to be in that position again.  Jesus brings me joy and peace and the chance to be free from my past mistakes.  Nobody else can offer me that!  I am not going to lie, I don’t understand why I have to experience so much pain and loss in one lifetime.  It’s hard and it hurts down to the core, but I know that my trust and faith through it all will bring glory to God.  I will take the pain as long as I can praise Jesus through it all.  Regardless of what happens, I will always belong to Jesus. 

Friday, March 27, 2015

Respect and love people where they are at...

There is often a huge a lack of respect for others for where they are at in their life. We want to change people and have them become who we think they should be. We want them to think and act the way we do. This is a BIG problem! What happened to loving and meeting people where they are at? Why is that so hard for us to do? Imagine what a difference we can make in our community, in our home, in our relationships, and in our churches if we stopped trying to change other...s and just shut up and listen to them. How would things change if we listened to their passions and help them reach their goals instead of attempting to change them so they have the same passions and desires as we do. Why is it so hard for so many people to listen without judgment and without trying to FIX it? We are called to respect and love others even if we don’t agree with their choices or lifestyle. Even if we can't understand their struggles or why they do what they do. The best way we can serve and help others is to SHUT UP, LISTEN, and RESPOND to THEIR needs and desires instead of forcing our own on them. Let’s live by example and love others as Jesus Christ loved us. I don’t care what a person looks like, what bad decisions they have made or are still making, what sort of family they have, what level of job they hold, what mistakes they make, whether they are smart or not so bright, whether they handle things they way I would or not, whether they have the same beliefs as me or not… I will always listen and respect them for who they are because I can always learn something about God, myself, and the world from ANYONE who comes into my life. There is way to much JUDGMENT. Way to many people trying to FIX others. Way to many people who don't LISTEN to what others have to say and their needs are because they are too focused on what they want or think. When does it change? How does it change? It starts with US!!