Today kicks off the beginning of National Suicide Prevention Week. Please take a moment and educate yourself on the resources available to you and your loved ones.
This is a battle that is very personal to me. There isn't a day that goes by that mental illness doesn't effect my life on some level. Not every single day of my life is plagued with depression, anxiety, ptsd, suicidal ideation and/or other issues associated with mental illness. However, many aspects of my life are effected. From the types of medication that I can/can not take, to the disruption of our son whom we adopted, to the effects that my own illness has on my children/spouse, and the long lasting effects of abuse/trauma not only for myself but my children. We live this every single day on some level.
If you were to meet me on the street you would probably never know that this 30something, wife and mother struggles with depression and suicidal ideation on a very deep level. You may not even be able to tell that I've been hospitalized not once, not twice, not three times...but four times in a 9 month period of time. When I'm not recovering from a shoulder injury...I hold down a full-time job. All this to say....you never know who you are going to meet that battles the darkness on some level.
In about 10 days will mark the 1 yr anniversary of my Uncle D's passing. I wrote this post upon finding out the morning after that he took his life.
Please take a moment and educate yourself about the resources available to you and/or your loved ones. GET HELP FOR YOURSELF - CLICK on this LINK for info on where to turn. Call the number on the screen above. This week, as I am able, I will attempt to blog about the things that have/do help me get to the end of some pretty suck-ass-I-can't-do-this-anymore-moments.
2 comments:
You are not alone, dear friend.
Sending hugs and prayers!
Mary
You def. aren't alone. My grandfather killed himself when I was only two. Now 30something myself, and only recently finding this out... (I always thought he had a heart attack)... anyway... I find myself very angry with him because he never let me know him. And at the same time- my own depression seems to make more sense. It's almost painful slapping my fake smile on out in public... but it's easier than answering question from people who really don't care about the real answers. The blogging helps... A LOT.
~hugs~
Sallygrrl
@Martha Stewart Doesn't Live Here
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