Tuesday, September 27, 2016

My Wish As A Mother who Lost her child to Suicide



My Wish as a Mother Who Lost her Child to Suicide


My wish is that the battle became real to people.  That they could see this illness for what it truly is, a true affliction that can be as debilitating as physical illnesses.  Mental illness isn’t something anyone can choose or wish away.  It affects the brain like a tumor taking over or an infection spreading.
This illness has so much stigma attached to it people are ashamed to reach for help, and many go undiagnosed and untreated.  The resources for mental health are limited and not accessible to many.

When a tragedy strikes someone we know or love, it makes us all question, why didn’t they say something, why didn’t they ask someone to help them, why didn’t they just do things to make them happy?  We need to look at this differently.  When you are in a battle with your thoughts and perceptions it is not something you can just turn off. 

Instead we need to look at this as what can we do to help.  Where are we as a society to help those fighting these battles?  Where do we stand when someone we know is going through terrible pain? 

If my daughter was battling her disease without hair, tubes coming out of her, or other medical devices helping her with her battle would you look at her disease differently?  Would it be acceptable then?  Would it not be a choice for her then?

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Missing Taking Her to College



Missing Taking Her to College


I’m supposed to be getting my daughter ready for college, instead I have to go visit her at the mausoleum. 

I’m not buying new sheets, towels, and fun dorm room things, I’m buying flowers to place in her vase on the niche.

I’m not preparing to only see her on school breaks and holidays, I’m trying to figure out how to live without seeing her until I myself move to heaven.

I walk through the stores seeing everywhere the sales and the signs for back to school and remember how much fun we had last year picking up crayons, markers, cool pens, notebooks, and we stopped to look at some dorm room décor.  I remember getting tears in my eyes knowing that was her last year living at home.  Now I’m trying to wrap my head around the fact that she moved to heaven.
I see her friends all posting about moving into their dorms, leaving home, and getting to start their new chapters in life.  I am so proud and so happy for all of them, but the sadness takes over for the unwritten chapter my girl was supposed to have.

Instead of talking myself into letting her out of my arms at the college dorms she left this world just 4 months ago.  My girl died my suicide, and I didn’t get to have that long lasting hug to say goodbye, that moment to embarrass her while meeting all her new roommates and friends, or the moment of tears as I drove home alone leaving her to start her college journey. 


I’ve had many drives home crying as I left the mausoleum alone, knowing that the next time I will see her is when I move to heaven too.

Friday, September 2, 2016

The Questions People ask after a Suicide Loss


How I answer the terrible questions left behind after my daughter died by suicide.


There will always be questions after someone dies, but the questions people ask after someone dies by suicide are harder than most. 
If my daughter had any other life threatening illness the questions wouldn’t be the same, or even asked at all.  When will this world realize that depression is an illness, just as terrible as any other?  Can you imagine asking a grieving mother who just lost their child to any other disease the following questions:
·         Why didn’t you tell her to just not have diabetes?
·         But she didn’t act like she had cancer?
·         Wasn’t she taking medication for her High Blood Pressure?
·         Why couldn’t she just try to make her appendix not rupture?
·         Did she even think about how the rest of us would feel when she couldn’t breathe from her Asthma?
·         Didn’t she even try to make her tumor go away?

Now ask ME those same questions as a mother that just lost her daughter to suicide and I will give you my answers:
·         Why didn’t you just tell her to be happy?  BECAUSE SHE WAS SICK!
·         But she didn’t act like she was depressed?  She never wanted to make people worry about her. She never wanted anyone to see her feel as bad as she did.
·         Wasn’t she was taking medication for her depression? Yes, she was.  Sadly, the options for mental health treatments are all a guessing game; trial and error. We never found the right medications for her.
·         Why couldn’t she just stop being depressed?  BECAUSE SHE WAS SICK!
·         Did she even think about how the rest of us would feel when she took her life?  Yes, she was so sick that she believed we would be better without her.  The darkness that took over her thoughts didn’t allow her to see or feel the love we all have for her.
·         Did she even try to just be happy?  She tried with everything she had to fight the darkness that invaded every thought she had.

Questions that blame my daughter for her illness hurt, and it shows just how much work is yet to be done to help people understand mental illness.  The battle through any disease with your child is painful, scary, and makes you feel helpless.  We stand beside our children to battle their illness.  We fight for treatments, go to war with insurance companies to cover their treatments, and scrape together money for the treatments we find but can’t afford. Though all this we LOVE our children and hold onto hope that we will get them through to the other side of their illness.  Sadly, many of us lose our children to a disease even after a very long hard-fought battle.

So please, before you ask a grieving mother why, know that illness is illness, and you can’t will away mental health issues any more than you can will away any other illness.