Monthly Archives: September 2011

Healing through sharing

Notable tweets from the 09.05.11 #PPDChat.

Writing your story allows you to reflect on your experience and bring your story into physical existence. #ppdchat
unxpctdblessing
September 6, 2011
When you do decide to share, be authentic. Be real. Be unapologetically you. #ppdchat
unxpctdblessing
September 6, 2011
Deciding when and how to share is up to you. Don’t let anyone force you into sharing YOUR story. #ppdchat
unxpctdblessing
September 6, 2011
Speaking in front of 200+ strangers 3 years after suffering from postpartum psychosis was the most cathartic thing I’ve ever done. #PPDchat
heathercoleman
September 6, 2011
@isalwayssick I find that each time I tell the story, it gets easier. It doesn’t own me, I own it. #PPDchat
heathercoleman
September 6, 2011
@unxpctdblessing – That temptation to toss an infant through a window is more common than many mothers realize… #PPDChat
isalwayssick
September 6, 2011
@unxpctdblessing – When I told a friend that I was tempted to throw the baby through a window for a moment too, she cried. #PPDChat
isalwayssick
September 6, 2011
@unxpctdblessing – and I told her "You’re not alone. A lot of moms feel that way, but you didn’t act on it. THAT’S what matters!" #PPDChat
isalwayssick
September 6, 2011
Thoughts and actions are NOT the same. Thoughts are simply thoughts, and nothing more. Thoughts do not make you a bad person. #PPDChat
isalwayssick
September 6, 2011
I’ve seen mothers burst into tears when they hear they aren’t evil, horrible mothers b/c of how they were feeling. #PPDChat
isalwayssick
September 6, 2011
That realization comes from hearing someone else say "I felt that way too" #PPDChat
isalwayssick
September 6, 2011
@isalwayssick So important for moms to know they are NOT evil for feeling depressed/anxious/etc #ppdchat
unxpctdblessing
September 6, 2011
There’s a level of societal and personal expectation we place on ourselves. When we fail to live up to it, I think #PPD hits hard. #PPDChat
isalwayssick
September 6, 2011
…knowing that those expectations are pure crap & that other moms struggle too helps so much. Share your story when you can. #PPDChat
isalwayssick
September 6, 2011
My OCD was very hard to control pp. I am supermom! Did someone forget to tell me she doesn’t really exist. I can’t do it all! #ppdchat
zumbafitmom
September 6, 2011
@DrBeckerSchutte my dh found it reassuring to talk to ppl IRL and find out how prevalent it was #ppdchat
signingcharity
September 6, 2011
@signingcharity Oh, being a partner to someone with depression, especially PPD, is no cakewalk. They need support too! #ppdchat
DrBeckerSchutte
September 6, 2011
#PPD can happen to anyone! It’s just important to get help and talk it out with someone you can trust. #PPDChat
isalwayssick
September 6, 2011
@unxpctdblessing @xtina_morrison Agree. Getting help is not an admission that you can’t cope – it’s you being realistic w ur situ #ppdchat
notjustaboutwee
September 6, 2011
@unxpctdblessing Yup. No one really wants to hear the bad, they just want to be polite I wrote a post on my ability to say I’m fine #PPDchat
ToBreatheAgain
September 6, 2011
Because other moms who have been through it can help you fight the shame and self-loathing that wells up. #ppdchat
DrBeckerSchutte
September 6, 2011
The hardest conversation is the one in which we admit we’re not okay to loved ones and friends. #ppdchat
unxpctdblessing
September 6, 2011
@unxpctdblessing I think the hardest convo is with yourself. Admitting you’re struggling & in pain & being honest w yourself. #ppdchat
notjustaboutwee
September 6, 2011
Just talking to other mothers has helped #ppdchat
kate_leigh_
September 6, 2011
I kept trying to deny it, after talking with other mothers I knew it was time to pay attention to what was going on #ppdchat
kate_leigh_
September 6, 2011
@isalwayssick "I’m fine" and "I’m okay" are two red-flag codes for me. They’re what we say when we don’t feel safe. #ppdchat
DrBeckerSchutte
September 6, 2011
I share my story at every childbirth class I teach. I want women to know it’s real & it’s okay to ask & get help. #ppdchat
zumbafitmom
September 6, 2011
It’s important to surround yourself with people who care about you and will support you as you heal. #ppdchat
unxpctdblessing
September 6, 2011
Sharing our scary stories with others creates community while connecting all of us on the deepest level. #ppdchat
yaelsaar
September 5, 2011
I think so often that oh how I wish I had Twitter when I was #ttc & when I had #ppd! I felt so alone, especially with the latter. #ppdchat
beantownkate
September 5, 2011
I remember how scared I was the first time I talked about my anger in a group. And how much lighter I felt afterwards. #ppdchat
DrBeckerSchutte
September 6, 2011
Naming the fear is a start, but it takes concrete support (therapist, pastor, family, friends) to step in & create healing. #ppdchat
DrBeckerSchutte
September 6, 2011
I’m still guarded about what I say even anonymously. But this time around I think I’ve been more open overall. #PPDchat
mammacockatoo
September 6, 2011
@g8trgirl828 Ill be honest. Im not sure I can "go there" to write worst w/o being in therapy AND having real life support system. #ppdchat
callamery
September 5, 2011
I think that sharing is a huge piece of healing-a support group was what pulled me through the darkest time. #PPDChat
DrBeckerSchutte
September 5, 2011
Esp. since another round of friends seems to be having babies & I want them to know they don’t have to hide if something is "off" #PPDchat
mammacockatoo
September 6, 2011
I guess 1 fear is always not knowing who to trust with our sharing. If we don’t trust ourselves, how do we know who else to trust? #PPDchat
mammacockatoo
September 6, 2011
They’re not quite the same, the different kinds of screaming. One traps us in guilt, one gets us toward free. #ppdchat
DrBeckerSchutte
September 6, 2011
my motto is it’s better to look good then feel good but the lie is wearing me out I fear being exposed #ppdchat
xtina_morrison
September 6, 2011
When I was in the dark, I had to find people who were safe to tell that I was in the dark, then I could begin to look for light. #ppdchat
DrBeckerSchutte
September 6, 2011
When I was lost in the darkness, all I wanted was to talk to another mom. To know i was going to be okay and wasn’t abnormal. #ppdchat
unxpctdblessing
September 6, 2011
I drove to a friend’s house when she admitted having #PPD. I shared my story w/ her, & she said it made a huge difference. #PPDChat
isalwayssick
September 6, 2011
nobody has a clue what I’m feeling because I’m lying Smiles on the outside Screaming inside #ppdchat
xtina_morrison
September 6, 2011
@xtina_morrison I know sometimes you have to put on a good face. But think how much it helps you when other moms don’t pretend. #ppdchat
story3girl
September 6, 2011
@xtina_morrison I think we’re all afraid of being exposed. There are so many expectations on us, from inside & outside. #ppdchat
DrBeckerSchutte
September 6, 2011
@xtina_morrison It’s hard to admit we’re not okay. But an absolute necessity toward healing. #ppdchat
unxpctdblessing
September 6, 2011
I know that when things got bad, I found some PPD moms’ blogs, and they really saved me. Which is why I want to write now. #ppdchat
story3girl
September 6, 2011

Suicide inside out

This week is Suicide Prevention week. If you or a loved one are struggling with thoughts of suicide, please visit AFSP for more information regarding suicide, the symptoms, how to help, and how to cope if a loved one has completed the act. Know you are not alone in your struggle and there is hope, there is help, and above all else, you are loved.

 

Yesterday, my Twitter feed burst at the seams with tweets about @TreyPennington. I had no idea who this man was but quickly learned he had quite a following on Twitter and was well-loved.

Trey is no longer with us. According to reports, he took his own life in a church parking lot in Greenville, South Carolina at some point yesterday morning. Despite his connections both online and off, he felt alone.

When depression or severe mental illness strikes it can be hard to do something as simple as “reach out.” Yes, we urge people to think of mental illness as if it were a broken leg in order to encourage them to seek help. Thing is, it’s not that simple when you’re truly lost in the depths of darkness. The dark will swallow you whole before you have a chance to realize what is going on in your mind. For many, the darkness is a good friend. It becomes a safe place, a haven, a comforting world. In the midnight black we are blissfully numb. Nothing hurts. The pain is behind us. But it’s also in front of us because we know all too well how much it will hurt to leave our numb bubble. We convince ourselves, mistakenly, staying in the numb bubble is our only choice. But to stay in the bubble seals our fate. It grants us an audience with Death.

 

Those who survive suicide often speak of the decision to commit the act as one of the most peaceful decisions they ever made. To decide to end one’s life is the ultimate act of letting go. We are letting go of everything inside of us. Of everything around us. Of the very essence of being. We let go. I know this because I have entertained suicidal ideations several times throughout my life. In college after both of my grandfathers died just 19 days apart. After the birth of my first daughter. After the birth of my second daughter and her subsequent NICU stay. I did not have a plan after the birth of my second daughter. But I acted after my grandfathers’ deaths. I waded into a lake in the middle of a thunderstorm. Prayed for a lightning strike. Dunked myself under the water with the intention of drowning myself. After the birth of my first daughter I drove to a nearby lake and sat on a deck willing myself to slip under the water. Kids from a family reunion at the same park kept coming down and standing right next to me. Those kids saved my life.

 

I’ve participated in suicide interventions on Twitter. I’ve seen people hurting and jumped right in, determined to keep them alive. A cousin of mine completed suicide. It’s not something with which I am at all unfamiliar. Suicide hurts. It’s also preventable. But sometimes it’s not. The number one reaction to suicide is “I wish I could have done more.” Sometimes though, you can’t. Sometimes you do all you can do and it’s still not enough. Sometimes you reach out and reach out but unless the person to whom you are reaching is willing to hear you and willing to reach back, there’s nothing left to do.

 

I’m not saying to give up on trying to save people. Don’t ever let that go. Always hold on tightly. Jump into the fray and let them know they are loved. What I’m saying is we need to talk more about suicide. Discuss mental illness without judging. Not fear receiving anything other than the standard “I’m fine” response to “How are you doing today?” Be okay with hearing someone say “You know what? I’m not okay. I hurt and I need to talk about it.” Be selfless enough to stop and listen compassionately. Be brave enough to say “Yes. I hurt. Help me.” Find the strength to survive. Fight the pain. Revel in life, in both the good and the bad. If we all shut down and stop caring the world will become a very cold place.

 

Today, take the time to do as Twitter has been advising in the wake of this tragic loss. Take the time to ask someone how they’re doing. Don’t accept “Fine.” as an answer. Don’t pretend to be okay if you’re not. Open the door to your heart. Let someone in. We may not be able to fix others but we sure as hell can love them.

 

Love someone today. Let someone love you today. Especially if you’re stuck in a dark scary bubble. Let love in and let it free you.