Category Archives: Mental health

I Promise to Keep Trying You

You checked up on me on Facebook the other day.

A trace of a smile crossed your lips when you saw the picture I posted of my multicoloured, food-splattered kitchen wall. Gotta love the “terrible twos.” A pang of jealousy caught your breath for just a second as you scrolled through my camping trip album, and realized our old roommate from college had joined me. You considered taking a trip down memory lane, clicking on my “College Days” album, but instead you logged out.

The desk top was cool on your forehead as you stared down at your floral print pyjama pants. You stayed like that for a long time.

Somewhere in your chest, in your gut, floating around your mind, clouds of feeling were gathering. You were a safe distance away though, and took comfort in the fog. You were okay with feeling nothing, doing nothing, being nothing. You gulped down your wine to make sure you’d be able to sleep, and dragged yourself to bed.

I gave you a call the other day. You saw my name on the call display, and you almost picked up. Your uncertainty held you back though.
Maybe it was even fear.
You feared you would stumble over words, sound awkward, say the wrong thing. You feared your children would start fighting in the background, and I would think you’re a bad mom. Because my children never do that. No, never.

You feared, because parts of you are broken. You believe yourself to be unworthy of my love, because so much of the time, you have trouble loving yourself.

I do love you, though. And I miss you. I know you miss me too.

I was passing through your town the other day. I stopped by and knocked on your door. I probably should have called first. You caught a glimpse of me through the window, crouched down and hid, frozen in your anxiety. You didn’t want to let me see your mascara streaked cheeks. You didn’t want me to know your kids were watching T.V. Your cat’s litter box needed cleaning, and you were afraid I would notice.
Somehow, missing the chance to give me a hug seemed like a better option than showing me your vulnerability, your less than perfect self, your struggle. I turned and walked slowly back to my car. I knew you were in there. A frown furrowed my brow, and a weight rested on my heart as I reluctantly drove away.

As time ticks on, you will get closer to a day that brings you joy. After countless hours slip away from you, in blurs of confusion and fatigue, you will get to a place where you smile again. One of these days when I call, you’ll take a deep breath, be brave, and answer the phone. Maybe you will even confide in me about the battle you’ve been fighting.
Until that time arrives, I promise to keep trying you.

I will send you a text to remind you I’m your friend.

I will like your status updates, I will call and leave messages.

You are my amazing, strong, beautiful, dear friend.

When you are ready, I will be right here.

I will never give up on you.

Even if it takes ten years, I promise to keep trying you.

Thank you for reading!

It’s Okay


Gasp! What? You’re not happy today?
Well, fear not, because there is an abundance of happiness advice readily available in this day and age of social media. There are articles, like “12 Things Happy Moms Don’t do”, and ” 7 Habits of Happy People”, and plenty of quotes to inspire you.

“Happiness depends upon ourselves.” -Aristotle

“You can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will. ” -L.M Montgomery

“Most people are as happy as they make up their minds to be.” -Abraham Lincoln

So, you see? Feeling happy is under your control. Just be a little more positive, and you’ll feel fine in no time. Right?

You stare at the ceiling, feeling numb. Thoughts that seem miles away float haphazardly around your mind.

I’ve got to get up.
The kitchen is a disaster.
The kids are still in their pyjamas, what kind of mother am I?
Come on! Get up!
“happiness depends upon ourselves”
Well, I guess I am choosing to be unhappy. I am a negative, pathetic person.
I just want to sleep.
Get up, you lazy piece of garbage!
No, no. I’m not garbage.
I’m a good mom.
I can do this.
I’m so tired.
I need some Tylenol. My head hurts.
Happiness depends on you! What’s the matter with you?

You roll over, lie face down and notice your carpet needs vacuuming. This thought pulls at the ever tightening knot in your stomach. A pang of dread mixed with fear turns your hands to ice cubes, and gives you the motivation to stand up. The clock reads 10:00a.m.

If you can manage to be heading to the park by 10:30 a.m, it might not be too hot yet. You and the girls might still have fun. Your parenting might still fall within acceptable range, if you make it out the door by 10:30 a.m.

You bribe the girls with gummy vitamins to get their pjs off as fast as they can, and frantically clean the kitchen.

By 10:27 am you’ve cleaned, dressed kids and ushered them to the front door. As your older daughter struggles with her sandals, you realize you’ve forgotten the sunscreen. Racing to fetch it from the washroom, you catch a glimpse of the clock. 10:31 a.m. You run back to your girls, throw all the shoes they’ve messed up back on the shoe mat, slather on the sunscreen a bit too thickly, and bite back the urge to yell as you tell your children to walk out the door. You brush aside a nagging thought that you are being insane, and hurry the girls to their stroller. Then, it’s the buckles. They get you every time. Your head spins, and it’s almost like you can’t see enough to do them up efficiently. You pull and nudge and struggle, and wonder why this seems like the hardest thing in the world to do.

Finally, you’re off. You sweat as you push the stroller uphill. The heat of the sun on your face irritates you, even though you normally love sunbathing. You stop and pick flowers for your girls. Yesterday, seeing the look of joy on their sweet faces as they examined, sniffed and got excited over simple, pretty flowers was deeply satisfying to you. Today, it feels like going through the motions.

Yesterday, you saw a cardinal perched just above you in a fragrant, blooming cherry tree. You were moved by the beauty of nature as you pointed him out to your amazed little girls.

Today, you hear one singing in the distance, but you just don’t have the energy to look for him. The sweat on the back of your neck makes you itchy, and irritated. You want this park excursion to be over. You feel uncomfortable, anxious, and in the background, guilty.

Yesterday though, things were different. Yesterday you laughed and chased your daughters around the park. Today, you’ll be counting the minutes until it is time to leave. You can try with all of your might to get the magic back from yesterday, but it’s gone. For now. The best you can do is hope it will return tomorrow.

Even in the depths of despair that is depression, I think it is possible to find hope. Choosing to be happy though? I really do not believe it’s that simple. And really, that is OKAY. The message that it’s okay is a message that those with mental illness desperately need to hear. It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Have hope, and tomorrow might just be the most beautiful day ever.

“He who has experienced the deepest sorrow is best able to experience extreme happiness.” Alexandre Dumas

Thanks for reading!

Religion and Mental Illness in One Blog. Look out!

Terrorist attacks. Children killing children. People going missing, bodies being found. Parents throwing their own children off bridges, locking them in closets and hot cars, beating them to death. Scrolling your facebook newsfeed can be a pretty upsetting experience, making you want to curl up into the fetal position and hide in your bed forever. Then you make the mistake of checking out article comments. You want to tear your eyes away, but they are mysteriously drawn in. Total strangers fighting via the Internet. Racist, Retard, Promoter of Rape Culture, Bible Thumper, Red Neck are just some of the insults you see cast.
“What is wrong with people?” You think. “Surely there has got to be a reason for this chaos? Surely it’s not just human nature?”

I was thinking these exact thoughts last evening while making supper for my daughters. I popped the casserole in the oven, got my 4 year old a Dora bandaid for her hangnail, and gave my 2 year old one as well, to keep the peace. Then, back to facebook I went, to feel a sense of connection to the outside world on fire, for a minute or two. I glanced over some article about horrifyingly evil human deeds, and sadly the temptation of the comments got me.

One person was claiming that the Time of Sorrows is upon us, and the reason for all of the world’s suffering and evil is that Christ will be returning to Earth soon. What struck me was a reply:” The biggest threat to humanity is religion.” No, no, no. The biggest threat to humanity, is humanity.

I’m now leading into some personal and difficult writing territory, the whole reason I’ve started this blog: to share experiences I have had with anxiety and depression.

Picture a 15 year old girl hunched over a little red bible. It’s the copy of the New Testament she received in grade 5. She has read a page of this Bible every day since grade 5, which means she has read through it entirely, more than once. She made a promise to God that she’d do this 5 years ago, and she’s been sure to keep it. The thought of breaking this promise terrifies her.

She sits in the warm light of her desk lamp, eyes closed, muttering prayer after prayer. She tries to take deep breaths. She tries to relax. She tries to believe God is protecting her. She tries to believe she is good, and will go to Heaven. No matter how hard she tries to focus, the terrible thoughts invade. Curses against God, her parents, herself seem to come from nowhere. They thunder through her mind. She fights back with more praying, more deep breaths that fail to bring her relief. She begs God to help her. She is certain the Devil is torturing her. She believes when she dies, she is bound for Hell.

Nobody knows this of course. As she rides the bus to school, as she takes her dog for walks, as she watches movies with friends, she fights. Nobody notices her lips move when she prays. Nobody sees the white knuckles of her clenching fists as she inwardly protests the unwelcome thoughts. Her sole relief comes with sleep. During waking hours, she occasionally pictures stabbing a knife into her stomach and up under her rib cage, and it gives her a moment of comfort. The only reason she doesn’t do it, is she absolutely believes her soul will suffer eternal Hell.

She endures months of this torture, all alone. Her only ally in her battle, she believes, is God. She prays to him thousands of times, and one day out of the blue, he seems to listen. Bible in hand, a warm, comforting feeling fills this now 16 year old girl. She is moved by a strong belief that God indeed loves her.A very important realization comes to her. She IS a good person. She is going to go to Heaven. She is going to be alright. And, just like that, the Unwelcome Thoughts stop. She has Made it through her months of torture by the Devil.

Or mental illness.

I now know that this awful time in my life was a product of traumatic life experiences, and a genetic predisposition toward anxiety and depression. Did God cure me? No, I got through it, miraculously, by myself. The responsibility belongs to me. At the time though, I made sense of what was happening to me the best way I knew how. With religion. My faith eventually gave me enough strength to overcome the illness (for a while). I think humans need to believe in something. Miracles can happen if a person has enough faith. But, there is a big difference between believing in something, and giving it responsibility for your actions.

Considering my past, it would make sense for me to hate religion, but I dont. Whenever it is blamed for world problems, I feel the need to defend it. Had I not believed in my version of God when I was a teenager, it is quite possible my mental illness would have killed me. Having faith in something helps us survive in this harsh world. Faith in God, faith in Karma, faith that good does exist in human hearts. This faith may help you see a different theme next time you scroll facebook.

New parents kissing their babies.Romantic marriage proposals. People holding fundraisers for others in need. Friends celebrating friends’ achievements. Someone risking their life to rescue a drowning dog. Someone reaching out, to tell you you aren’t alone.

Phew, there it is, my first blog. Thanks so much for reading.