Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

It is officially Christmas!

12:35 am

I am laying in my childhood bed feeling like I have erased a 4 from my 44 years of age.  

Tonight I was 4 all over again and I needed my mama. 

Yesterday....

I was enveloped in smiles, remember whens, hugs, friendship and pictures. I cried when I got in my car to leave.  I didn't cry out of sadness, I cried because my heart felt a rush of happiness and I felt each second, minute, hour with my friends and relished in it all. I was "present". 

Today ....

I floated -- hugging, smiling, laughing... All the things one should be doing during the holidays. 

Today ....

I lived a lie. I had an overwhelming sadness. I was drowning and watching all those around me breathing.  I received the best news about my Dad's recent health diagnosis and I couldn't feel happy.  I spent the morning with family and yummy food and hilarious stories and I couldn't feel those around me.  I drank mimosas with people I love and played games and felt empty. 

Tonight...

I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't smile. I couldn't pretend. 

Soooo this is depression. 

For all of you who wonder what it really feels like.  

I received this text tonight... 

"Why the depression All is good"

It compelled me to write and I haven't wanted to write in a long time. 

I am many things tonight 

I am grateful I know what these feelings are. 

I am grateful I have my family. 

I am overflowing with gratitude for my husband who says nothing. He doesn't have to, he holds me, he gets me and cradles me through it all. 

I am grateful it is the birthday of Jesus.  

I am grateful I'm still able to be in my childhood bed with my parents down the hall. 

Most of all.... I am grateful that my feelings are temporary.  

Depression doesn't discriminate and choose which day it wants to arrive.  

My friend is right... All is good.  That is how I know what clinical depression truly is. Feeling empty when I should be full. 

I'm sorry for not being present at times and not returning calls etc.  I truly am.  I think about it often. I'm also sorry for not being able to explain why I don't at times.  I want to blame the family funeral this week, the work deadlines, the lack of sleep, the horrid rain and gloomy weather but the reality is I can't. I can only blame the disease and promise that I will do all I can to fight back.  

Tomorrow.....

A new beginning. A fresh start.  Another chance to wake up and be present and grateful.  

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night. 

Second chances

There are always iconic moments in time where your world stands still and you stop and know that life will never be the same after that moment.  We remember where we were, how we felt, the chills, the tears, the heartache.  

My Mom called this morning and said where were you on 9/11?  "I was in Savannah in my pajamas crying because I had learned that my husband was having an affair and my world as I knew it had ended."  She said, "I'm so sorry I forgot and didn't realize the connection Natalie."  I said, "I'm not sorry Mom, look at where I am now.  Second chances are the best."  

It's been 14 Septembers since that fateful date.  We have all by the grace of God moved on but are forever changed.  There is no expiration date on the disease that led to the terrorism of our great country.  I wanted to share my favorite pictures from 9/11 which encompass what I wish our world would remember more -- coming together as one America regardless of race, creed or color.    #neverforget

  

Live for your littles

I've always loved the little things ever since I was little.  My love for the littles has only grown stronger as I have aged.  And, since March of 2014, I would say I'm over the top in my love for the littles.  We recently went on a much needed vacation to Mexico.  I'm teary eyed as I type this and filled with so much gratefulness.  I sat there at lunch the first day and said to JT, "my heart is so full."  I realized how completely cheesy it sounded at the moment so it was then that I began a collection of "littles" to myself......like the thrill of finding baby strawberry jelly jars at breakfast, hearing you look so pretty tonight at dinner and the comfort of neighbors at home being 911 to my sweet Dad in need.  The littles are endless in my world of recovery.  I believe what we choose to focus on influences all we do in life.  I encourage myself and you to pay attention to the littles around you.  These are things and moments of being exactly where we're supposed to be with the people we're supposed to be with.  

What is in your collection of littles?  

Slow down, live for your littles.     

I'm crying now, but I'll laugh again

I think back to Junior High years and how I used to handle sadness.  Honestly I think it was more through crooning to Peter Cetera's Hard Habit to Break while thinking that my world was crumbling around me and I would never find love again.  I can laugh at it now.  I honored and acknowledged those feelings big time via Bret Michaels, Journey and Phil Collins.  

Now sadness feels so different when it sinks in.  I feel a bit anxious when I feel even a tinge of it because I worry that I may relapse into the deep hole I found myself in months ago.  I know it's normal to experience bouts of melancholy but when you've spent days locked behind doors in a hospital, there is a hypersensitivity to ensuring it never happens again.   

I found out today that my childhood best friend's Mom passed away.  I found myself staring at my computer screen and overwhelmed with complete and utter sadness.  And for once, I didn't want to fight it.  I wasn't scared of the sadness.  I didn't even worry that it would lead to a bump in the road of recovery.  Instead, I just wanted to sit, stare, cry, remember, be grateful for my idyllic childhood with my friend and just be.  Perhaps I was onto something at age 15 listening to Every Rose Has Its Thorn and crying along with Bret.  I acknowledged my feelings.  I think I'll try that tonight.  It's okay to be sad sometimes.  Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.   

Unbridled wild grace

I don't know where I'm safe to be "unfine". 

People want to understand.  I think they really do.  It's impossible to get it unless you feel it.  I can't get the anguish a parent feels losing a child, the agony of a cancer diagnosis, the defeat of losing a job, etc.  I try to understand and the best I can do is lend an ear, an act of kindness, a hug, an "I'm here", and lastly, "what do you need from me right now to help?"

I feel broken mentally and physically.  I feel my circle of safe people dwindling.  It's so tiresome to the people who want me to be fixed by now.   It's tiresome to me.  It's been 472 days of people calling me brave and for that I am ever grateful.  I am working on so many things right now the list is overwhelming.  I'm working on not making assumptions, a pelvic tuck to help my SI joint, not taking things personally, coping with my new lower back problem, exercising am and pm and most importantly as of late, extending grace to others as I want them to extend to me.  I am having a really hard time with it all. 

I read in another blog the terminology - UNBRIDLED WILD GRACE.  
We should always extend unbridled wild grace because of this:  None of us really understands what it's like to be anyone else.  So many times throughout my day today I thought, "no one understands."  I am wrong.  God understands and my prayer tonight is for me to see others as He sees them and that I can see AS THEY see. The blog summarized what I am seeking:  

Wild grace for friends who believe differently from us.

Wild grace for people in different life stages from us.

Wild grace for friends of other ethnicities.

Wild grace for all so we can love with our whole selves.

And wild grace so we can be loved as well. 

Right now my wild grace is in the form of two little pills and they are a blessing indeed.

May we all have wild grace.....unbridled (I love that word). 

It happens

Every time I want to stop writing, it happens.
Every time I feel embarrassed to post something on instagram about mental illness, it happens.  

"It happens" is....

someone reaches out.  

Is a life saved?  I don't know.  
What I do know is a person hurting is finally feeling unashamed to talk.  

Monday afternoon we sat outside on our back porch and cried.  
We cried because I was Madison Holleran.
We cried because I sat in a therapists office too and discussed suicide prior to hospitalization.
We cried mostly because I am here, he is here, God is here and we are here...in the now. 

Please click the links below and read the story for yourself, for your children and for me.  

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Life Unfiltered

The reality of this situation and many others is that there are numerous reasons why people may hide the struggles they are dealing with; but a key issue is that people my be fearful of the reaction they will receive when they share their thoughts or ask for help.  WE have to make it ok to let people know that it is ok to ask for help by creating the space among your friends and family that allows for open conversation where mental health concerns are part of the discussion. 

Be educated. Help a friend. Help yourself.

National Suicide Prevention Hotline: 1-800-273-TALK (8255)

“The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.” – Anonymous

Heal and Feel

I haven't written a lot lately which is never a good sign.  

I explored why this morning and I think it's mainly because I feel like I will come across as one big giant complaint and I truly try not to be negative Natalie.  The beauty of this is they make a DBSA support group and they are more than happy to listen to my everything.  In summary, I'm struggling with managing my mental illness combined with my physical illness -- both of which don't have blood tests to determine how well I am doing in each arena.  One day up, one day down and I feel that no one understands either plight.    

This led me to thinking about the overall stigma and misunderstanding of mental illness in America.  The first tweet I saw this morning was one of Glenn Close discussing mental illness.  Her video was so powerful.  

"one in four people will be touched by mental illness "and yet it's criminally underfunded and ignored."

Almost every week I hear something along the lines of, "she just doesn't understand", "my Mom thinks I'm just lazy and doesn't get why doing one task a day is all I can truly take on", "You have everything in the world to be happy about, why on earth are you sad?"  I read something an example in a blog that struck home for me and may help others in understanding depression.  "My blood sugar was low last night and then I filled myself with good thoughts and remembered all I am grateful for, and now I no longer have diabetes!"                  

When we all take on the same mantra as Glenn Close and her Bring Change 2 Mind campaign and start sharing things such as having depression is FACT, not feeling, perhaps then people will become more understanding and compassionate to mental illness.  I have often said, "you can't heal what you don't feel."  Owning and admitting my illness is one of the bravest things I have done in my life.    

I struggle to explain depression to people.  This is really hard for me but I'm going to give some examples of racing thoughts I used to think while laying in bed.  I do this simply for someone who may be living with a person with mental illness to hopefully understand your loved one more.  I also do this for someone undiagnosed to know you are not alone and there is hope and help.  It is working.  I have people reaching out to me weekly. 

My former racing thoughts....
Why do you think you would get invited to that party?  No one likes you and they can't relate to you anyway because you don't have kids like they do and you don't want them so they think you hate their kids.  Why are you wearing that outfit that makes you look bigger than you even are?  Why are you even attempting to tell a story when you can't remember half of it because we all know your memory sucks?  You are not smart at all with numbers and soon everyone will know that and you will lose your job.  Why would you get out of bed today when you have zero to be happy about?  Get out of bed so you can fake your way through the day like you always do.  No one has time for you so quit thinking they do.  She didn't reply to your text because you are not important to her.  She didn't show up for your get together because she doesn't want to be around you.  Just stop trying all of these different meds, they don't work and never will, this is who you are, a crazy person.    

I sit here with twofold tears.  Happy tears because I am standing vertical today and in recovery.  Sad tears because there are so many suffering in silence, undiagnosed and feeling hopeless.  My story is not unique.  There are close to 16 million people suffering with this debilitating illness.  I am unique in my recovery because I have chosen not to suffer in silence and I have an amazing Psychiatrist who found the perfect combo of drugs for me, an amazing therapist, an amazing supportive husband and amazing friends and family who have chose to stand by me even when isolation and sleep were my only escape.  

May is Mental Health Awareness Month. 

It is a month to consciously make an effort to try to walk in someone else's shoes.  

Just because someone is smiling doesn't mean he or she isn't battling depression.  

Just because someone weighs a healthy 120 doesn't mean he or she isn't battling an eating disorder.  

Just because someone acts confident doesn't mean he or she isn't taking medication to put their anxiety disorder at bay.  

Not all pain is physical and not all wounds are visible.  

We all know someone.  Join me in making an effort to be kinder, to be open to discussions about mental illness, to beat the stigma and embarrassment we all feel about coming forward to own our illnesses.