Category: Change

What It’s Like To Feel Invisible: Validation Is Key

WHAT IT’S LIKE TO FEEL INVISIBLE: VALIDATION IS KEY

Living with an illness that is not visible to the naked eye is often very hard for many individuals to understand because let’s face it, “Seeing is Believing”. People are normally more able and willing to acquire something as true if they can actually physically see it for themselves. This way of thinking can and will turn an already burdensome situation for someone like myself into an even more isolating and difficult experience when we no longer feel accepted or supported.

If we are ever going to collectively move towards a stigma free society it needs to start with one key ingredient: Validation. Validation is learning to recognize and accept another person’s internal struggles as being real and in doing so you are communicating to the individual that you are there for them and that you care about their thoughts, emotions and experiences even if they may differ from your own. It also means that no matter who you are or what you are battling against that your feelings ARE valid, your pain IS valid and that your suffering IS valid too.

The truth is though that when suffering with an invisible illness as I do it is very easy for some people to make you feel invalidated and I see it more and more as the years pass by. I have felt abandoned, ignored and judged too many times to count, by people who can’t physically see my feelings, my pain or my suffering and therefore gather their own conclusions based on what they see from the outside looking in.

Sadly, based on these conclusions I sometimes find myself wishing that if I suffered from a more visible illness then I would feel more validated and more accepted. In order for some people to take an illness like depression or anxiety more seriously they need to see me at my worst to make it seem more credible or believable. Do I really wish I had to endure an illness that was more visible, probably not, but please just try and understand why I may feel this way?

You see, my outward appearance doesn’t always match my inward appearance and unless of course you have x-ray vision you can’t actually see what’s going on inside my brain making it so easy for others to assume that I look fine and therefore I must be feeling great. But unfortunately it’s not the case and it becomes quite frustrating at times and often hinders my recovery when I feel invalidated.

I know that it probably shouldn’t matter to me that some people may not understand that my illness is very real and very much controlled by a part of my body that is not visible to the naked eye, the part of the body which controls and affects the way we think, the way we feel and the way we behave, but it truly does. I only wish that instead of sometimes feeling that it would be easier to have a more visible illness, that society as a whole could instead learn acceptance, learn to believe in someone’s pain or internal struggles, learn to not make inconclusive assumptions and most of all learn that validating a loved one’s feelings can go a long, long way.

I’M PROUD TO BE JEWISH BUT I DON’T BELIEVE IN GOD

I’M PROUD TO BE JEWISH BUT I DON’T BELIEVE IN GOD
*Very Sensitive Content To Some*

This is the time of year in the Jewish Community, all around the world, religious or not, that we celebrate the Jewish New Year and I just want you to know that there is no right or wrong way to do so. I wrote a blog around the exact same time last year (Sept. 17, 2017) and made a bold confession to you all that I do not believe that God truly exists and to some of you reading this that may be a more difficult pill to swallow than actually trying to comprehend my mental illness itself.

Please don’t judge me when I tell you that I am very proud to be Jewish and that I am also very proud to raise my children Jewish but that I practice my religion and my beliefs for myself and my family and not for any God. I try to instill as many Jewish traditions and customs onto my children as I possibly can and knowing that they are all surrounded by a tremendous community of fellow Jews, I hope they too are just as proud.

I am pretty sure that even if you do believe in a God that at some point in your life you have been left questioning his or her existence too especially when faced with a challenge or a loss. Over the past four years my illness has caused many challenges for me and an immense feeling of loss. Depression challenges my ability to maintain relationships; it challenges my ability to work and to achieve my goals; it challenges my marriage and my ability to parent my children and it also challenges my ability to find the will to live every single day.

These challenges have in turn created a great sense of loss too as depression is like a thief who will stop at nothing to rob you blind. I have lost so many days, so many weeks, so many months and now so many years of my life; I have lost important relationships; I have lost my sense of self and after four very challenging years I really have lost all sense of hope and faith.

I have searched high and low for God, I have cried out to her, I have prayed to her and I have even thanked her out loud many, many times before, but whether it’s been while I am in search of God or through my tears, or in prayer or by showing my gratitude I have simply been met by complete silence. There are so many platitudes that could follow the awkward silence, ones I’m sure we’ve all heard so many times before when dealing with hardship, challenges or loss and it’s wonderful if it helps you get through these adversities but when I hear “God won’t give us more than we can handle”, “It’s God’s Will”, or even, “Why do bad things happen to good people” I pretty much want to cringe because how can we try to rationalize someone else’s pain and suffering or loss when being told that “Everything happens for a reason”?

Are natural disasters, terrorism, murder, losing a child or an illness that may or may not be terminal really “all part of God’s plan”? Maybe? But as the Jewish Community prepares to celebrate the holiest day of the year in the Jewish calendar this week I will continue to feel proud to be Jewish, I will continue to follow many of the Jewish traditions, I will continue to pass down many of the Jewish customs to my children and I will continue to look to my family and community to bring me comfort and help me find the meaning to my life.

Call Me, Maybe?

CALL ME, MAYBE?

I’m in a bit of a catch 22 situation.  You see, my cellphone is my lifeline to the outside world.  I use it for everything, everything that is except what a telephone was first invented for; talking on it.  Of course we all know that telephones, or cell phones to be more specific are no longer just for making and receiving phone calls, instead today many of us use it to message our friends and family, play games, take selfies, listen to music or follow and update our social media platforms.  So with cell phones having so many valuable benefits in making our lives that much easier, tell me then what is the point of actually needing to use it to receive or make a phone call?

We still have a landline in our home and at least once a month for like 5 years now we discuss cancelling it because we never use it.  It rings several times a week, yet we never answer it as our caller ID (that’s if I even bother to look at it) tells us that it’s someone looking to clean out our ducts or that someone in our home has skipped a class at school (and since we only have one child left in high school, the process of elimination is pretty simple) or that the IRS is sending out a warrant for our arrest if we don’t pay them the millions of dollars they claim we owe and over time even our friends and family have stopped calling us on our landline.

I know there are times when you need to actually pick up the phone to speak with another human being and that it’s a lot more intimate when doing so as well as faster than texting someone.  I also know that sometimes you are not able to text someone if you need to book an appointment or you are driving home from work and just want to catch up with a friend while you crawl through traffic, but you see, making and receiving phone calls causes me severe anxiety and panic (okay, to be fair, everything causes me severe anxiety and panic including having to send a text message to anyone).

But guess what?  I’m not alone in my hesitation of having any direct contact over the phone with another human being.  When my phone rings my anxiety level reaches new heights thinking that something is wrong with one of my kids or husband (unless they are all tucked into bed) and if I see from my caller ID that it is actually one of them calling, my anxiety turns to immediate panic.  Ask any of them what the first words are out of my mouth when I answer the phone, I will give you a hint, it’s not hello!  They will instantly answer that question by telling you that my immediate knee jerk reaction is to say “what’s wrong?”  Not to worry though, they rarely call me unless they really need something, otherwise they know it’s best to text me.

To many of you reading this I’m sure you are thinking WTH?  How could talking on the phone cause someone severe anxiety or even panic?  Well I wish I understood more about all the crazy shit my illness causes me to do but for now just take my word for it because the symptoms are real, just as real as when I have to send out a text message or even when I receive them.  The shaking, the nausea, the heart palpitations, the racing thoughts are all real and even somewhat terrifying as the anticipation, reluctance and expectations that come along with it have also affected many relationships in my life.

Even something as simple as making a phone call to a stranger or having to call and make an appointment at a doctor’s office can take days for me to complete such a simple task.  I put it in my calendar on my phone as a reminder that I have to make the call and after moving the reminder over to the next day hoping that it will get easier as time goes by, I suddenly realize a week or two has gone by and I have yet to be able to complete the task.

Technology today has allowed us many more conveniences in life but at the same time it has also created many more avoidances too.  It’s so easy nowadays to shut off from the world with the touch of an off button, a mute button or by simply just dropping your cell phone in your purse at the end of a long work day and not retrieving it again until the next morning.  Until a few years ago I loved to talk on the phone but convenience, avoidance and severe anxiety seem to be my way to dodge the awkward silence, the disapproval or judgment in one’s voice and come on, who here really wouldn’t prefer receiving a funny meme or a cute emoji anyway?

I Had An Eating Disorder And It Still “Weighs” Me Down Everyday

I HAD AN EATING DISORDER AND IT STILL “WEIGHS” ME DOWN EVERYDAY
*Sensitive Content*

Very few people may know this about me but when I was in my late teens to early 20’s I had an eating disorder and I still carry it with me everyday. Like so many other unanswered questions in my life I can honestly say I don’t remember how it began or as to the why but I certainly have a much deeper understanding now. While I was growing up I never had any reason to be concerned about my weight, I never seemed to question my self-esteem or self-worth and I never had an unhealthy perception of my body image either. I also thankfully never suffered any childhood trauma or felt the urge to give into peer pressure from my friends whether it was about drugs & alcohol or starving myself which can all become contributing factors in developing an eating disorder like anorexia and bulimia. Heck, even when my best friend developed an acute eating disorder a few years earlier and was hospitalized because of it, I just did what any good friend would do, I visited her as often as I could and encouraged her through her recovery.

When I reflect back now on my adolescence and teenage years (which has become a big undertaking recently) I can probably see some psychological and environmental causes forming, I mean is it just a coincidence that my eating disorder started around the same time my parents separated? Maybe, maybe not? I’ve said before that their initial separation had very little effect on me since I truly waited probably 8 years for it to finally happen so why would their pending divorce have caused my eating disorder to rear its ugly head? Could it have begun out of fear given the fact that both my parents were in a constant battle with their own weight most, if not all of my life? Maybe, maybe not? (my mother even went forward with having her stomach stapled which left irreparable internal damage and I do not recommend it to anyone). Or was it from the humiliation I felt whenever my friends came over and saw the unlimited supply of cookies, cakes and candy sprawled about our countertops or inside our overstuffed pantry which my mother had compulsively purchased each week that could have led me to become afraid of food or develop the need to binge? Maybe, maybe not? On a side note though many of my friends were actually quite envious of the endless supply of junk food they had access to in my home as their moms only kept healthy, “boring” snacks in their own homes, so I guess on a positive note, my house was always filled with lots of friends!

I may never truly understand the depths of my eating disorder (or my other mental health issues for that matter) and what actually led to my chronic dieting, my fixation with counting calories and fat content in food, my obsession with spending hours on end at the gym or my need to induce vomiting and take laxatives on a daily basis but with the help of medical intervention and weekly weigh-ins with a specialist I was able to somehow work through it. But here’s the truth, it still weighs me down each and every day and throughout the twenty-something years since then it has reappeared in my life many times and in many different ways for eating disorders are not just about starving oneself.

My weight has fluctuated up and down and then up and down some more so many times over the last twenty-something years that I have lost count as to how many fad diets I’ve tried, how many diet pills I’ve taken, how many exercise programs I’ve failed at and how many times I’ve induced vomiting or swallowed 50 to 100 laxatives at one time. Since my illness began four years ago my weight issues have only added to my struggles with anxiety and depression as I had been prescribed over twenty different antidepressants in a two year span causing me to gain close to 100 pounds. When I made the decision to stop taking medication because it was doing more harm to my body than good, I effortlessly dropped more than half the weight in a short period of time but I still have a long way to go and every morning when I look in the mirror my eating disorder is staring right back at me begging me to take another bottle of laxatives or starve myself just one more time. And lets not forget how my negative self-image caused me to throw out more than half my wardrobe this past spring (see blog May 27, 2018) and now with an upcoming Simcha added into the mix I am left with the exhausting task of finding something to wear.

The question is can I find something to wear to cover up my low self-esteem, my lack of self-confidence, my poor body image or my absence of self-worth and if so can I get one in every colour?

A NEW SCHOOL YEAR; KILL IT WITH KINDNESS

A NEW SCHOOL YEAR; KILL IT WITH KINDNESS

We all remember that first day back to school every year after your summer vacation came to an abrupt end and the reality set in that it went by way too fast. Whether it was your first day of kindergarten or your first day of grade 6 or maybe it was your final year of high school or even your first day of post-graduate school, each year brought with it a new set of challenges as your identity was about to change yet again. You remember your parents beaming with pride and excitement as they snapped photos of you and your siblings to mark this current milestone in your lives while humming happy tunes in their head (or maybe even out loud), but inside they may have also been fighting back tears or their hearts may have been overcome with some apprehension and worry.

The first day back to school is like a new beginning, a fresh start or maybe even a do-over for so many adolescents, teenagers and young adults alike and it really is no different today for all of us who have since become parents ourselves as it was for the generations before us some 30 or 40 years ago; or is it? We still beam with the same pride and excitement as our parents once did as we eagerly snap photos of our kids on their first day of kindergarten or while boarding the bus to their new middle school for the first time or even as they prepare to leave the nest for the first time to enter a University 100’s of kilometers (or miles) away, but what is most obviously different today is that technology and Social Media have allowed us to share these intimate and very personal moments with the rest of the world, all in real-time. We get to see your kid’s smiling faces and we even get to feel your raw emotions too but what we don’t often see is what lies beneath the surface in these photos of so many adolescents, teenagers and young adults today.

It is no secret that our adolescents, teenagers and young adults today are experiencing many more struggles and issues in regards to their mental wellbeing than ever before. It is widespread, universal and prevalent in every age group that I have mentioned above. Statistics have proven that technology and Social Media have magnified their struggles at an alarming rate and evidence shows that their constant consumption of these platforms is affecting how they learn, sleep, communicate and even show kindness.

Struggles with anxiety, depression, bullying, eating disorders and peer pressure are leading to more and more suicides among adolescents, teenagers and young adults than ever before. Those first day of school photos now for many, the ones we get to see, the ones with the big smiles on their faces can oftentimes be concealing a very scared and vulnerable adolescent, teenager or young adult as they hide behind the safety of their cell phones and Social Media platforms.

I will be the first to admit that I truly have quite a limited amount of knowledge as to what really goes on in my teenagers and young adult’s lives outside of what they let me see on their (open) Social Media platforms or what they communicate to me in person and I know I’m not alone and it’s very scary. You can believe that you are always one step ahead of them, but the reality is we will never be no matter what measures or control we put into place. You may be the fricken mother of the year, or the most hands on dad in all the world but still those first day of school photos may be camouflaging a much bigger picture of what is going on.

The best we can do in this new and ever changing world we live in today is to encourage our adolescents, teenagers and young adults to talk to us when something is wrong before it’s too late or let them know that even if they have made a mistake that we are there for them no matter what and that it is just as important for them to be aware that if they see something or hear something that makes them uncomfortable or vulnerable that it’s more than okay to let a trusting adult know.

Oh and lets not forget that kindness goes a very long way in ensuring those same adolescents, teenagers and young adults start this new school year off with the best damn back to school photo ever as they embark on a new beginning, a fresh start or maybe even their do-over year. Check up on your friends, don’t put them down; brighten their day with a kind word, don’t judge it; smile at the awkward kid, don’t look away; do the right thing because it’s the little things in life that truly matter and it may even have the potential to turn someone’s life around. Together let’s all learn to kill this new school year ahead with kindness.

Anxiety Disorders; What Would You Put In Your Self-Care Kit?

ANXIETY DISORDERS; WHAT WOULD YOU PUT IN YOUR SELF-CARE KIT?

*****Please read if you or your loved one suffers from Anxiety and/or Panic Attacks*****

As you probably already know by now (like who doesn’t), I suffer with severe anxiety every single day which also includes several panic attacks in any given week.  It’s often unforeseeable, it’s often discombobulating to others and it is highly obtrusive to my life.  My brain is on constant overdrive and with each passing day it seems to be becoming more and more intrusive as I feel less and less able to examine, rationalize or make sensible decisions.  You see, my brain is in a constant catastrophic state of mind where nothing makes any sense at all and it feels as though the world around me is falling apart right before my very eyes.

My anxiety and panic attacks are both equally unpredictable, scary, confusing and most definitely exhausting.  If you were to ask me in the midst of an attack what is wrong or if I’m okay my response will likely be “I don’t know” followed by “No I’m not” and my answers would be both justifiable and completely true.  Believe it or not it is extremely difficult to talk about anxiety but what I find even more wearing is having to actually explain it.  I know that anxiety can seem illogical and unreasonable to many people who don’t regularly live with it but for an individual like myself who does, a simple, “I get it” is so much more valued and treasured.

In general, anxiety is actually a very normal physical reaction to stress and can often be seen as motivational.  However, when it begins to cause grave impairment to your judgment or when it hinders your ability to tackle even the simplest tasks or when it weakens your entire immune system or when it is no longer just a fleeting moment in time but instead lasting for days, months or even years it has now become a debilitating disorder.

I am actively trying to be one step ahead of when my next anxiety or panic attack may occur even though they more often than not will come on strong and without warning.  But much like how the Boy Scouts are taught to “Be Prepared” I too want the same for both my body and mind in order for me to successfully get through it as best I can and with the least amount of resistance.

Over the last several years I have been immersed in many different practices of therapy both individually and in a group setting.  Throughout all of these different approaches there has always been one common theme when it comes to treating anxiety and panic attacks which is called “Grounding”.  Grounding is actually a technique that I find myself using sometimes even though I may not even realize it at the time.  It can be a very useful tool to have “when you feel like you’ve gone too far in your head and lost control of your surroundings.”

Grounding exercises can be used in order to bring your body and mind back to the present moment by using your senses, but don’t necessarily have to be used all at once.  Some exercises are quite simple and some may involve several parts to it, but most of them can be incorporated into just about any situation and be done just about anywhere.

Please have a look at the article I have attached to learn more about Grounding exercises and to find some that may work best for you.

http://www.tothegrowlery.com/blog/2017/4/18/six-different-types-of-grounding-exercises-for-anxiety-intense-emotions

Along a similar path to Grounding many times during an anxiety or panic attack individuals may also turn to a comfort of theirs or something that may soothe them.  It is not uncommon these days for someone to actually keep these comforts close by in their purse, a knapsack or a box hidden under their bed.  It’s truly not a bad idea for someone such as myself to create a Self-Care Kit and keep it close by. I’m pretty sure it would first and foremost include a picture of my family (including Maggie), a fluffy pair of socks, a journal, a bottle of CBD oil, a stress ball or silly putty, some chocolate, a colouring book & pencil crayons, lotion from Victoria Secret and a book of crossword puzzles (I’d keep an extra phone and TV in it if I could too).

Well I actually came up with this list in mere seconds and I’m sure I could think of many more things to include in my Self-Care Kit but for now that is a good starting point and just like the Boy Scouts I will most certainly “Be Prepared” with a kit like that in hand.  So tell me what would you put in your “Self-Care” kit?

What You Didn’t See During The #Summerofrich

WHAT YOU DIDN’T SEE DURING THE #SUMMEROFRICH

As we approach the final stretch of the summer I begin to reflect back on it and of course just how fast it truly flew by while at the same time I am also forced to reflect upon just how truly hard it’s been.  I’m sure you’re all shaking your heads questioning why I said it was “hard” given all the fun and exciting adventures I shared with you on Facebook and Instagram all summer long, but we all know that they only capture half the story, that is the story we all want to believe as the truth.

Sure I honestly meant every word I posted on my Social Media platforms about all the fun and exciting adventures we had this summer.  Sure the pictures I attached alongside those posts captured the incredible memories we made this summer too and sure I am very grateful that the man that I love held my hand the whole way through but lets be honest for a moment, who really wanted to see what my Facebook and Instagram mask was truly hiding.

I have gotten used to hearing people say to me “oh you must be doing better” or “it’s so great to see you are getting out” and although I know that these words are coming from a sincere and heartfelt place just try to remember that you don’t always see everything.  The truth is I do go out and that I can find some enjoyment in doing so but what you don’t see behind my mask are the persistent racing thoughts, the severe heart palpitations, the physical and mental exhaustion, my mind wandering to a very dark and dismal place, the constant feeling like I’m going to throw up or the numbness or shakiness that suddenly overtakes my body leaving me unable to move and you especially can’t see what it took in order for me to just leave my home at all.

My illness follows me wherever I go and this summer it has become exceptionally draining and inescapable.  As the summer has progressed I have found myself more and more in a constant state of panic and fear with an overwhelming sense of guilt along with the inability to control any of my very scary and very intrusive thoughts.  I have been consciously trying to make a mental note of what time of day it is or where I am during such an incident but guess what, there is absolutely no pattern to it at all.  It begins first thing in the morning when I open my eyes and it happens at 2 am when of course I should be sleeping; it presents itself while I am watching one of the countless (and of course brainless) reality shows I tape each night and it has even occurred right in the middle of one of our fun and exciting #summerofrich adventures.

You see, mental illness has no boundaries, it doesn’t like to discriminate and it most certainly doesn’t give a damn; it feels like I am living with that unwanted houseguest who no matter how hard I try doesn’t seem to want to leave me alone. So I have learned to adapt, to fake it till I make it and to hide behind my mask as best as I can which at times may confuse others who don’t live with a mental illness or love someone who may be suffering with one.   I just ask that you keep in mind that A Picture May NOT Always Be Worth A Thousand Words!

And Just Like That The #Summerofrich Is Over ;(

AND JUST LIKE THAT THE #SUMMEROFRICH IS OVER ;(

In the blink of an eye the #summerofrich is now officially over and the kids are all home safe and sound, exhausted but very happy (and just as sad to be home).  Before he knows it the chaos will erupt and there will be mounds of laundry sprawled out all over the house (that is asides from the six smelly duffel bags filled with dirt, bugs and sand that need to be washed, folded and neatly put away), three very hungry mouths to feed and lets not forget the daily demands being expelled from those same hungry mouths.

Over the last four years my husband has been overwhelmed with having to take on many additional roles in our family in order to ensure that everyone’s needs are being properly met which has without a doubt included much of the typical, daily “mom” responsibilities.  Before I became ill we shared all of these duties and responsibilities equally when it came to both the household and our kids but now, well that’s a whole other story.

The thing is, that is what you do for the people you love, especially as a spouse or a parent, you step up to the plate at any cost and even if you strike out sometimes you keep going to bat for them.  I mean my kids certainly didn’t wish for this to happen to our family and they most certainly don’t deserve to suffer because of it either.   They never asked to be brought into this world but from the moment they arrived, it is our duty as their parents to ensure that they are provided with the essentials of life which of course includes food, clothing and shelter.  Asides from the essentials of life kids should always be provided with a safe and nurturing environment, an education and be taught the importance of values, morals, self-esteem, discipline and an overall mutual respect for one other.

When I look at the list I came up with above, I know in my heart that I can confidently reassure myself that I have completely fulfilled all of the essential responsibilities as a parent (well past their 18th birthday) while continuing daily to instill the importance of kindness and happiness in them as well.   So then why does my illness keep fighting me on this and making me believe that I am the worst mother and wife on this planet; okay, well maybe not the worst, but just one who believes in her mind that their lives would be less stressful, less complicated and less demanding without me in it.

This summer while my kids were away at camp I have tried to ensure that the #summerofrich was both enjoyable and relaxing for him (which surprisingly is even possible while hiking in the sweltering heat).  I think that overall he will look back on the #summerofrich with that same sense of relief he started with some 7 to 8 weeks ago while delighting in a pedicure almost moments after our youngest child left for camp but for me I am left feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt.

This overwhelming sense of guilt stems from knowing that my husband has had to play both the role of mom and dad for the last four years and that because of me he is even more deserving than ever of this much needed break from parenting.   At the same time though my illness has spent the summer reflecting on just how much I have failed my kids as their mom and to what degree it will impact their future selves (or already has) by having a mom who never feels she is good enough for them and truly believes they would all be better off without her.

I am reminded quite often that I am a good mom despite what my depression and anxiety tell me.  Sure my heart knows that I have provided them with all the essentials in life, along with the wherewithal to build a strong footing for their future and as much love and encouragement as I can possibly give them but my illness doesn’t want any part of it.  It is also unable to accept that maybe somewhere deep down inside I am also a good wife too and not just a burden to him or a failure.  It was from that same place in my heart that I pulled some strength from despite what my illness is telling me in order to ensure the #summerofrich be filled with so many fun and happy memories, especially knowing that it is probably the last one for many years to come ;(

Language Matters, Words Matter

Language Matters, Words Matter

*Warning Sensitive Content*

“No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world” Robin Williams 1951-2014

Today marks four years since Robin Williams took his own life.  That week, or more precisely that particular day, August 11, 2014 my illness became very real to me.  It had been four months since I had begun struggling with Depression and at the exact moment when I heard the news of his death I was alone in my car, no one knowing my whereabouts, contemplating suicide.  It wasn’t the first time in that first four months that I had come close to acting upon my urges and it certainly hasn’t been the last; but it was the first time that I truly understood the seriousness of my illness.

Whenever there is a reported suicide of a famous person like Robin Williams something called the “Celebrity Suicide Effect” occurs and there is a noted rise in copycat suicides that happen following such tragedies.  That night as I sat alone in my car, scared and visibly shaken, I got caught up in the moment of it all as I began reading the headlines.  He was someone who I had admired since I was a young child, he was someone who made me laugh and he had just done the unthinkable, he had taken his life, which only left me wondering why not me too.

As I calmed myself down enough to eventually return home later that night, my attention diverted to what Robin Williams must have been thinking and feeling in the moments prior to his death and now in the aftermath, what his family and friends must be thinking and feeling too.  The headlines that night and the days and weeks that followed were oftentimes cruel, insensitive and full of judgment as the frequently, very avoided and much whispered about topic of suicide was in the forefront of everyone’s minds.

Since Robin Williams death four years ago there have been countless other celebrity suicides in the headlines, and I do mean countless.  And although there have been great strides forward in trying to end the stigma attached to Mental Illness and suicide since then, some things seem to never change.  The headlines continue to use inappropriate language when describing their death as something criminal when all you see in big bold letters next to their name is…”Committed Suicide”.

When individuals like myself who live with daily ideations of suicide or for someone who has lost a loved one to suicide it is essential to keep in mind that our language or more importantly our words matter.  The word “committed” when attached to the word suicide implies wrongdoing or sin and only makes it more difficult for those suffering with thoughts of suicide or for those who may have been left behind from a loved one’s suicide to want to just bury their heads in the sand with shame.  This of course accomplishes absolutely nothing and only keeps society as a whole from accepting that Mental Illness is a very real, often lonely and sometimes deadly disease.

An important step forward for society right now as a whole is to try and understand that our choice of words and language are imperative when talking about Mental illness and suicide.  A person who has unceasing suicidal ideations or dies by suicide have more than likely been overtaken by their illness and it has now consumed their ability to live.  But maybe, just maybe if we can learn to use less negative connotations surrounding Mental Illness and suicide starting with the use of more sensitive language and words, it will make room for more positive conversations, more individuals wanting to seek help and less people “taking their own lives” or “dying by suicide”.

Canadian National Suicide Hotline 1-833-456-4566

Admitting Defeat

ADMITTING DEFEAT

Before the summer began and the end seemed so far in the distance I tried to set some small, yet attainable goals for myself to focus on (some of which I have mentioned in previous blogs).  These goals to most individuals may seem like a normal part of their everyday routine, but for someone like myself who suffers with depression and anxiety on a daily basis they can seem as massive as trying to end world hunger (all by yourself!).  As the summer began to progress (quickly) I found that some of my small, yet attainable goals were being reached and even though one of my goals of going to the gym several times a week has turned out to be a one-time thing way back in week one, I was able to refocus this particular goal instead on trying to ensure that I go for a long walk most evenings with my hubby and pup; and lets not forget how many “steps” I’ve taken this summer during our #summerofrich excursions.

But even though it is so important for me to center my attention on any and all of my goals I achieve as equal, I am left feeling very deflated and empty once again.  You see, I had one BIG goal I have been working toward accomplishing for several months, a goal that I have only shared the most intimate details of with a handful of people, a goal that would give me a real sense of purpose and a goal that would give me a real sense of accomplishment.  As I said, it’s a BIG goal with many parts to it and not something that could be completed overnight so I had to break it down into several components to help try and make it more achievable and yes, much less overwhelming; which brings me to today.

With all my time and effort I have spent working toward accomplishing my BIG goal the process has now become tremendously overwhelming for me and has left me with even more sleepless nights, even more self-doubt, an even more sizable feeling of worthlessness, even more tears (who knew), even more anxiety (who knew that was even possible) and an overpowering sense of failure once again.  I feel like nothing I ever do is good enough, that every decision I make is the wrong one, that every step forward I take only sends me five steps backwards and that my negative self-talk just continues to lead me spiraling further down that dark and lonely hole toward a general sense of defeat.

I never said that this goal was going to be an easy one to attain (I set the simplest of goals everyday and sometimes just getting out of bed or taking a shower is an achievement in itself) so I knew from the onset that this was going to be quite difficult but I needed to undertake the challenge in order to try and save myself.   I also know that everyone may have feelings of defeat from time to time as it’s a normal part of the human experience no matter who you are or the path you may take in life.

Feeling defeated is really nothing new for me, in fact it has kind of just become part of the norm in my life.  It’s as though my illness is always taunting me and trying to ensure that no matter how hard I try to beat it I am more than likely just going to fail or that I am more than likely just going to feel defeated.  I have not given up on my BIG goal but this overpowering emotion has just left me wondering if there is an actual limit as to how long you carry on before you admit defeat?  How many times do you take one step forward only to be taken five steps backwards?  Are we just supposed to keep accepting our defeat in our endless attempts toward wellness as part of our journey and do our best to keep trying to move forward even if our efforts seem to be spiraling further down that dark and lonely hole?  Do we persevere no matter what we have to tackle along the way or how long it may take to get there (is there a time limit toward wellness)?  Does admitting defeat make us a coward or weak or is it true that it may actually make us brave and fearless?  What do you think?