Well, it’s Monday again…not that I have anything against Mondays considering I have been a stay-at-home-mom for the past 3 years on and off (but mostly on). I am just surprised it’s Monday because here I am making a post and it’s a WEEK since I made the last one! What is going on?
I could tell you that I just didn’t have time to put it shortly, but that’s not exactly the truth…
Anyone who has ever tried to get you motivated to do something will tell you that time is what you make it. In other words, you have all the time in the world to do what you want/need to do; you just have to MAKE room for it. So saying that I haven’t had the time is a bit of a lie. We all have the same amount of hours in the day and none of us know how many hours we have to live and breathe this air so think about whether you’re making it count!
So I guess a better question is WHY didn’t I FIND the time? Why did I cruise around on Facebook for a few countless hours or watch YouTube videos instead of putting some effort into this?
Well….because I lost focus mostly.
I can’t help it, I get so excited about new ideas and ventures and then I quickly lose interest once the hype wears off. I have to admit, I DO try. I research the sh*t out of anything and everything I’m interested in. If there are areas of my life I want to work on, I pride myself on the effort I put forth to make those changes but only if I keep my focus. That’s the thing though, it’s easy to focus when you can see the prize. It’s easy to focus when you believe in yourself and open your mind up to change. It’s easy to focus when you have all of the resources you need and plenty of coffee! It’s hard though when you don’t have any of those things. That’s where the real challenge comes into play. Can you still win a game when you are not invested in it? The answer to that question is simple. No. If you really WANT something, you have to try to win in SPITE of not having the resources, in SPITE of not seeing the prize and in SPITE of not believing you can. Sometimes….you even have to do it without coffee and that’s the hardest challenge of all!!
What I’m trying to say here is that no matter what it is that you’re trying to do you can’t give up just because you lose focus. It didn’t die; it’s not gone forever. You can get it back.
Re-evaluate your goals. Do it as many times as you have to in order for the picture to become clearer. Think of enhancing a picture in order to see all the little details. It’s all blurry at first and you can’t make anything out and it’s all crazy and your brain just wants to make sense of everything so you don’t freak out. But you keep enhancing it and more and more details start to become clearer and clearer until you can finally put into words exactly what you’re seeing. It’s the same when thinking about your goals. You may have to “enhance” a billion times before it is clear to you what you should be doing, but on that billionth time you will say “THAT’S IT!”.
And in the meantime?
You work…and play…and enjoy…and trust.
Work on yourself, work at your job (even if you hate it) so that you can provide a lifeline for those dreams and goals you have.
Play with you kids, or tap into your own inner child. Playing is one of the most creative outlets you can utilize and you probably don’t do it enough (I know I don’t!)
Enjoy the life you have right now. Even if it could be better just remember it could also be worse. Enjoy the good days and embrace the bad ones because without the bad ones we would never know the good ones were good!
Finally, trust yourself. You have to be your own superhero in life. You have to save your own day. Believing you can do something is one of the toughest things to convince yourself of sometimes but it’s the first step in getting anything done. Trust that you were put on this planet for a REASON and it wasn’t to sit around feeling sorry for yourself.
Now, to take my own advice? That is even more difficult!! But I’m going to try!
Thanks for reading, like and share if you enjoyed this post and I hope to be making the TIME to post again soon!
I’ll be honest, it’s been over a week since I’ve posted on here. Life has been busy and I have put my efforts into a few other things that I felt were maybe more important. I haven’t had the audience that I was expecting when I started this blog and I’ll admit, I got a little down about it. I originally started this blog for ME because I wanted to have a place to vent, a place to connect with other people, and a place to fire up some new ideas to inspire and empower other people. I don’t seem to be doing any of that and I’m into my second month with the blog already.
Let me also say, thank you to those who have been following and reading and giving me feedback, I APPRECIATE THAT! And if I have helped even ONE person, that is fantastic! But, I am and have always been somewhat of an “over-achiever”. It doesn’t matter what I do, I always have the mentality that I want to do it the best….probably slightly unhealthy I know. What that means though as far as this blog is concerned is that while I am doing it for my own self-medicating purposes mental health-wise; I also THRIVE off of seeing it be of any use to others!
So how can I do that?
Well here’s how I can try:
I’m going to try to be more diligent in posting consistently so that those of you who DO follow me actually have something NEW to read when you visit! I would like to continue to post organically when I feel an issue is pertinent but in order to post more regularly, I can post some shorter tidbits here and there as well.
Lately, I have posted a few videos on social media (facebook/twitter/instagram) and have received really great feedback on those so that is something I would love to keep doing as well. It seems that people really relate to honesty and genuine conversation (who knew?!) so there is plenty more where that came from and I’m happy to share!
Also, I am part of a few Facebook groups that have been a tremendous support system for me. You guys, I had NO IDEA until a few weeks ago what a huge collaboration of groups there were on Facebook! Before starting a blog and trying out some other income avenues from home…I never would have devoted any time to chatting with strangers in a group setting like that. I didn’t see the value of it. After joining a few groups that were SO welcoming and interacting with the women in those groups, it’s so crazy to think I was completely missing out on an enormous opportunity to project my life forward! If you’ve never joined and participated in Facebook groups I would highly recommend it! Here’s my take on it: Finding the right Facebook groups is like finding the right pair of jeans; try lots of different ones, walk around in them for awhile (participate/add to the discussion) and find one that makes you feel like a BOMB-ASS B!! If you go into the groups with the intention to build others up and celebrate their accomplishments then I guarantee it will come back to you ten-fold!! You get back what you put out!
I am day by day dipping my feet into working from home and finding a right fit for what I want to do and this is just a means to navigate my way through all that. Any support I can get is wonderful but it’s mostly about the journey to get there!
I challenge you to share your thoughts if you are considering starting up your own business from home or if you are a new blogger as well! I would love to have a conversation about your ideas/goals and dreams!!
Thanks for reading, and if nobody told you today…you might want to look in the mirror….you’ve got a little bit of bad-ass on your face! 😉
I’m not sure where to start with this post. It’s hard to talk about. In fact I have not shared much about this topic with anyone including those that I am closest to. They know that I “struggled” with Post-Partum Depression with both of my children but most don’t know what that struggle entailed as far as the every day battles.
I feel compelled to share this story today because it is suicide prevention awareness month and what better way to bring light and awareness than by sharing my own personal story about my battle with PPD and anxiety. I am still alive. I am here today and ABLE to share my story…others are not. There are babies out there without mommas and spouses without partners, mothers without daughters and the list goes on and on.
The “who” is important of course…those are women who had family and lives and were wonderful people who will be greatly missed and we owe them that acknowledgement for their lives but more importantly we need to talk about the “why”. Why are women taking their lives? Why do they feel that is the only option they have? Why did they not get the help they needed? These are the important questions and I am no expert in mental health but what I CAN do is share the answers to those questions I have found in my own experience.
So here we go…it’s going to be a long story because I cannot sum it up in a short post and frankly that does not do justice to myself or the other women who have suffered in this same situation.
This is not a “happy” post. This is not a post about the “joys” of becoming a mother…because we’ve been sharing about that a LOT. As women, we share all the cute pictures, we share the first steps, the first baby food bites, the first giggles. We have seen all of that and while it is WONDERFUL and AMAZING, it is not the whole picture. THIS post is about some of the darker times…the things that nobody tells you when you’re about to become a new mother and it needs some attention because it is literally taking lives every day.
This is my story.
I was 23 years old when I took a pregnancy test that turned out to be positive. I was dating my now fiance at the time and we while it was not the path we expected our relationship to go down so soon, it was happening. I was terrified. I was about to start my final semesters of college and I had no idea how this would affect my plans. My fears quickly turned to excitement and I took ownership of the fact that I was going to be someone’s mother. From that point on I started painting a picture of what that life would look like. I knew that I would be a great mom because I loved kids. I had two nieces and nephews (who I adored) and I had two more nephews on the way! I was sure that my love for my child would far outweigh any of the sleepless nights everyone had been warning me of. I was sure that my love would outweigh the crying and fussy-ness during the day. I wanted to have a natural childbirth and I wanted to breastfeed my son because I felt that as a woman, I had the strength and courage to do those things that seemingly came so naturally for other women in my own family. I watched videos, I read every book, I went to birthing classes. I did everything I could to prepare for this change in my life. I continued to go to my college classes and was determined to get my degree. I wanted my son to know that I followed through with my dreams and goals no matter how difficult my situation. I felt ready to take on this role. I felt confident and I was ready to embrace all that came with the package of being a mother.
I was not prepared for what happened though.
I was scheduled to be induced on a Thursday afternoon about a week past my due date. I did not want to be induced, however my Dr showed concern that the pregnancy was going late and that I had no signs of labor or early contractions. She felt it was beginning to become more harmful to the baby the longer we rode it out. I agreed with her and went to the hospital as scheduled and started the induction process. I was told in the morning after a long and uncomfortable night that the induction was working and I was having strong contractions all throughout the night. I was ECSTATIC to hear that news and thought “this is really happening, I’m going to meet my son very soon!” I labored the entire day Friday and the entire night. Early Saturday morning they decided to try to break my water in hopes of moving things along.
After two attempts and hours later they broke my water. This time she said that if there was no progression soon they would have to do whatever they needed to do to get the baby out. This meant a C-Section and I was afraid of that outcome. (Looking back I am grateful for my Dr and am well aware that safety of baby and mom comes first and that means doing whatever needs done) but for someone whose medical history involved nothing more than a few stitches in my chin after tripping over a pillow into the corner of a glass table when I was younger, I was understandably filled with terror at the thought of my insides being taken out and moved around and then sewn back up.
Sidenote: A C-section is a MAJOR abdominal surgery. It is NOT natural and it IS painful. Yes, they numb you. No, that does not mean that you “don’t feel a thing”. In many cases (especially emergency situations) it is traumatizing. In other situations where a major surgery is opted for, the patient would have time to weigh their options and make a decision and prepare for what is to come. In my story (and in many others) it came as a shock and my mind and body were not ready for what they were about to be put through.
Everything after that went VERY quickly. The Dr told everyone to leave the room so that I could be given a spinal block. I couldn’t even have my fiance in the room with me. I was holding the hands of a nurse that I didn’t know and shaking while she told me everything would be okay. I was rushed into the O.R and everything was just a blur.
I was exhausted and cold and shaking and feeling the tremendous pressure of the surgery taking place behind the curtain covering my belly. I didn’t know how it was supposed to feel so I kept telling myself it was all normal and it would be over soon. FINALLY, I felt a huge tug in my belly and the Dr held my son up over the curtain for me to see. I waited for him to cry (he did) and I cried with relief that he was here and he was safe. They laid him next to my face and I kissed him and they took him away to clean him up and put me back together. I was too tired to feel anything else. The surgeon told me I could close my eyes and rest while they finished up. I did.
I woke up in the recovery room shaking from head to toe and hooked up to a million things. Everyone else was so happy. Smiling, congratulating me, asking me questions and I felt like I had just gotten in a wreck, more like a head on collision with a semi. I couldn’t function I was so out of it. They brought me my son and said I was welcome to try to nurse him now. It was the last thing that I wanted to do…I didn’t have the energy to move and his 8lb body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds in my arms. I couldn’t keep my eyes open and still they told me that I needed to try. I did try because this was what I was supposed to do, this was my moment I had been waiting for. I couldn’t fail at this. I tried unsuccessfully a few times until finally just cuddling up with him and shutting my eyes.
The rest of the hospital stay was much easier after I came around. Everyone was doing everything for me and all I had to do was just sit there and hold my baby. It should have been nothing more than complete bliss…but something still felt “off”. I was happy to let everyone else hold him. I was afraid of holding him for too long by myself. I remember one of the nights there while my fiance was sleeping on the couch I was laying there staring at the T.V and my son was laying in the bassinet asleep about 10 feet from me. I remember thinking that I should get up and hold him because he should be held my his momma but I didn’t because I was afraid.
We left the hospital the following Tuesday and it was completely overwhelming. We had been there for 6 days and it felt like it was “too soon” to be leaving. I didn’t feel prepared to go home where I would be taking care of this precious little person on my own. It hit me like a ton of bricks that we HAD to take him home. He was our responsibility now and again, I was lost. I still hadn’t figured out how to nurse him and had very little help from the hospital staff. Every time I tried, someone new came in the room. One time, I was almost in tears out of frustration from trying to get him to latch but he just was screaming and nothing helped calm him down; when in came yet another nurse to have me sign papers for this or that (I have no idea because I was completely overcome with anxiety). She was going over everything so fast that I couldn’t understand her and my head was spinning.
We finally left the hospital (which was challenging in itself because I had the pain of a fresh surgical incision making it impossible to fully stand) and we headed home. I will never forget the day we brought him home and not because it was joyous or because I was happy to be back in the comfort of our own home but because it was emotionally wrenching. Jason wanted to make a video of baby’s arrival to his first house and I went along with it because I didn’t want to take that away from him or from my son later down the road. He was recording and I was mustering every ounce of strength I had in me to get through the recording without breaking down. I wanted to be strong. I didn’t want my son to be watching the video when he was older and feel anything other than happiness about his entrance into this world. I didn’t want to burden anyone with the weight of the pressure I felt. The video was short. As soon as Jason turned the camcorder off…I went into the bathroom and burst into tears. It was all too much. I cried and cried and cried during the first few days of being home. I couldn’t stop crying. I felt totally un-equipped for my role as Forrest’s mommy and I couldn’t understand why. I thought I was meant to do this and here I was…drowning in the despair of my failure. I couldn’t nurse him. I couldn’t console him. Every time I tried to nurse he would struggle and fight so hard to get away from me that I felt I was physically hurting him by even trying. I was embarrassed that I couldn’t feed my own son. I still shudder when I see anyone commenting the words “breast is best” because I tried so hard and failed. I told myself that I was worthless because here I thought I could take on the role of “mom” so valiantly and not only did I fail at having a natural birth, but I failed at feeding my son and consoling him. (I would like to add, I no longer have any of those feelings..and I do not consider myself a failure, this is all to convey how absolutely consumed you can feel by suffering from PPD). I felt totally alone and I didn’t reach out to anyone because I thought it was just me. I was afraid that there was something wrong with me and I was genuinely afraid that by voicing the emotions I was going through that someone might actually take my son away from me deeming me “unfit” to take care of him.
There were days during that time that I wanted to die.
Not because I didn’t love my son. Not because I didn’t like being a mother. Not because I was selfish. I wanted to end my life because it was so overwhelming that I did not think I had any other choice. It is hard to even type this now because the thought of it makes me cringe. I felt so alone that I thought that was the only answer. I should have talked to a doctor. I should have reached out. I should have felt safe to do those things but I didn’t. I felt judged. I felt like I had to put on a show for other people’s sake and for my own. I should never have felt like I didn’t have options.
The days and weeks went by and I remember the night he was one week old because I literally had to convince myself to get through the days minute by minute. It was about 2am and I was up waiting for Jason to get home from work and I had the realization that I had been a mother for one week. I burst into tears again but this time out of happiness. Real, pure happiness. In my mind, I had jumped over a huge hurdle and made it to the other side. WE had made it. It was only a week in, and I knew we had a LONG way to go, but considering where I had been…I knew we could make it further. I knew that it was going to be hard but I knew I had to get through it for Forrest and for myself.
The depression lasted for probably a few months but it got better and better with time. The first week was by far the scariest though and it was when I was most vulnerable to harming myself.
Forrest is 3 now and I’m happy to report that he is an amazing human being. He is so smart, hilarious and the most ornery little thing anyone could create! I don’t know what I would do without him in my life and considering that he is attached at my hip, I don’t know what he would do without me either. I am lucky to be here when so many other mother’s are not. I cannot stress the importance of sharing YOUR story with others and raising awareness enough! No new mother should have to go through that alone and feel as though she is failing. I truly had no idea at the time that I was going through it until I had gotten through it. If you see someone who is struggling PLEASE reach out to them. If you know someone who is going to be a new mother and you have been in my shoes, please don’t hesitate to share with them the signs of PPD so that they can get help if they start to experience those feelings. This is just MY story. There are so many others and the more we can have the courage to talk about it, the more lives can be saved and the more babies who won’t be left without their mothers in this world.
P.S.- I finished school and graduated 2 months after Forrest was born with a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree!
**I would also like to add that my fiance is and has been a wonderful partner through every step of my life with him. He did all that he could to help me, the problem was that I didn’t feel comfortable to even share with HIM some of the emotions I was going through. That’s part of suffering from Post-partum…you don’t want anyone to know how awful you feel. That is why is important to check in on those new moms and make sure they are doing okay emotionally.
I hope this post inspires you to find the courage to share your own story and PLEASE share for anyone who may be going through the same thing. You never know whose life you might be saving.
It’s September finally! Which means it’s getting cooler, the trees are going to start getting all sexy, pumpkin spice EVERYTHING (I actually I am not on the pumpkin spice train..I’m more of a hazelnut to be honest), Halloween is right around the corner and it’s HOODIE weather!
So yeah, September I’m ready for you and all your glorious-ness!
This month has something else to offer though….
Something more important than cool breezes and warm jackets. You may or may not be aware that September is national suicide prevention awareness month.
Yes. We’re going to talk about suicide prevention today. We’re going to talk about it because more people NEED to.
Let me start by saying that I am not a professional or a counselor or a volunteer or an analyst. I don’t have any credibility other than the fact that I am a compassionate and empathetic human being. I’m not going to throw a bunch of facts in your direction (although I will include resources) Mostly because I only have a vague idea of facts/data surrounding suicide and while I know that the research on the topic is very important, it is not what I want to focus on in this post because I want to just get straight to the heart of the matter and I don’t want this message to get lost in that data. The message I want to get out first and foremost is this:
People (a LOT of people) are struggling with thoughts of wanting to end their lives…and YOU can help them.
YOU. The person sitting here reading this post…YOU have the opportunity to save someone’s life. How incredible is that?
Think about it…What would you do, if you were walking on a busy street and the person next to you was about to step out in front of a car coming around the corner? Would you pull them back? Would you yell for them to stop? I hope that your answer is that you would do SOMETHING to get their attention…or more importantly, give them YOUR attention.
That’s what this month is all about. Prevention. Awareness. Attention. Empathy. Compassion. Understanding.
I recently attended a screening for a film called “The Listeners” directed and produced by Bob Hurst. The film documents the process of a select group of volunteers who are being trained to work in crisis call centers. Here is a link to the trailer and I would highly recommend you to watch the film in it’s entirety!
What I found to be most moving about the film was that these “listeners” were just regular people. They did not have previous training, they were not chosen because of their academics/recommendations/credentials etc…they were chosen because of their innate ability to show compassion and patience for others…and they literally had no motive other than just wanting to show up every day to make a difference in people’s lives. How AMAZING! I was also blown away by how much effort and time goes into this particular training and it is incredible that there are people in this world who are willing to take time out of their day and make sure that the quality of their work is outstanding.
It is inspiring to see people motivated every day by helping others, strangers even. Volunteering is a great way to get involved but there are plenty of other ways you can reach out and join the fight to prevent suicide that don’t require much effort but rather a small amount of courage. Instead of listing all of those things here I’m going to save the space and compound it into a nice little link here that you can click to give you all kinds of information on how you can get involved with this cause.
This is the link for the national suicide prevention lifeline website. You can find out ways to get involved in your community, how to talk to someone who is struggling with suicide and just learn more in general about what you can do to help someone (or yourself) today.
Sometimes, it’s as simple as messaging someone who seems to be having a rough day and telling them you understand. Validate people’s feelings instead of ignoring them. It can be uncomfortable but put your own discomfort aside and be vulnerable to someone else’s emotions and pain.
Share your own story with them. We connect best with people who have had the same struggles we have. If you’ve ever had an awful day, or felt completely alone…then chances are you are more than qualified to help someone else work through those issues as well. Make sure to LISTEN though. It is great to tell other people that we have been in their shoes but it is important to remember that they are there NOW…so let them be there and allow them to fully express what they’re going through and just be that safe place they can take comfort.
Another great wait to get involved is a campaign that has been gaining attention since it was created in 2015 by the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline.
#Bethe1to “is designed to illustrate ways people are keeping themselves and others safe from suicide, while informing the public as to how we can all act to prevent suicide.”
This is right up your alley if you are more “social media” inclined and it’s SO easy to spread awareness by doing the things you’re already doing; getting on facebook/twitter/instagram. Here is the link to learn more about the hashtag and how it can bring awareness and save lives!
No matter which way you look at it, the idea is very simple in discussing the issue of suicide. We don’t want any more lives lost. We have to do everything we can to make sure we are paying attention and being active in this cause to end suicide. We are all brothers and sisters on this planet and we have to hold on to eachother.
I hope you can take something away from this post and PLEASE SHARE so that we can get the word out about Suicide Awareness.
For those of you dealing with mental illness/suicide/depression/anxiety…reach out and please know that you are loved and cared about. For those of you who have been affected by any of these illnesses whether personal or otherwise…help.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about life. Specifically, why we are here; what purpose does our life serve and what happens when we die?
Many of you, I’m sure have asked yourself the very same questions. For me, I think about it constantly. I cannot seem to stop asking myself these questions as if I ask them loud enough or long enough that I will have my answer. I don’t think that’s how it works guys…as disappointing as that is, I think I have to come to terms with the fact that I have NO idea why we are on this planet spinning round and round and round.
In admitting that I don’t know why we ARE here, I also don’t know why we have to leave. We all have felt the loss of someone close to our hearts and it’s in these times that we tend to ask the most questions.
Let me rephrase that because “ask” does not express the true nature of what we do…be BEG for answers and PLEAD to be able to understand the reasons for circumstances under which loss occurs. I have cried myself to sleep begging to be heard and pleading for an answer to find the peace that comes with it.
I have not received an answer yet…
Or maybe I have…
I have come to a realization that I have accepted as an alternative.
It is acceptance. Acceptance is not an easy alternative though. It takes a long time and it takes a willingness of the mind and soul to work together in harmony. You can’t force acceptance…you have to give in to it.
Succumbing to the idea that we just aren’t MEANT to know is the only comforting thing to cling to at times. I will tell you though…it gets monotonous pretty fast and soon you find yourself right back in square one wondering why you should get out of bed which brings me back to time.
Sometimes, it’s not going to take a lot of time and sometimes you may never feel that you can truly accept it. You might push the idea away and choose instead to be angry (understandably…and absolutely.) but you will find that the question will still be there even in your anger. “Why?” Is one of the most complex questions we can ask ourselves.
The interesting thing about this complexity is that the answer lies in the question itself. We don’t know why we’re here…and that is precisely why we should continue. If we are here to serve a purpose, or be a lesson, or learn a lesson then we have to carry on. We will never find the answer if we stop asking the question. Furthermore we should think about carrying on in a way that we can be proud of; in a way that when our time comes and we are in a position to answer the questions about our own lives…that we will have an answer that we can stand behind.
Live life with a purpose that you can believe in. Do not choose to believe that just because you don’t know what purpose you are serving that your life is not valuable. I cannot say anything with certainty (otherwise I wouldn’t ask the questions) but I do choose to live my life meaningfully. What I have found is that it can only help and cannot hurt me. Choosing to believe that you are not important and that your choices don’t matter is the most detrimental lifestyle that you can lead.
I have known so many people (myself included) who get stuck following the same routine for so long and who know full well that it is not what they want to be doing but they don’t know HOW to get out of it. So what is the solution?
Adopt a new one.
That’s exactly what you do. You adopt a new way of life. Search out a lifestyle that will bring you joy and peace and invite it into your life.
It will be unfamiliar territory. It will probably be uncomfortable and awkward at times…but give it a chance. Take it in and take responsibility for it as you would in any other situation. DECIDE that you are going to commit to this lifestyle and defend it with all that you’ve got. You will get used to it. You will learn to bend for it and adjust accordingly to it’s needs and demands. But if you can do that, then you can find your purpose.
It IS out there waiting for you. Look the opportunities in the eyeballs and just leap!!!
Everyone has a path; a purpose; a meaningfulness in their soul and we don’t know what it is. We are not handed a manual. We ARE handed the pieces…and from the pieces we have to learn how to build our paths. Choose to build them with a purpose. Choose for YOUR path to lead somewhere. Your path has to connect to something else along it’s way or else it goes nowhere.
Maybe that’s why some people are chosen to leave…maybe they built their path mindfully and maybe their path came full circle. I don’t know why. We can’t know…but in the time between asking these burning questions we can choose to live our lives with the integrity of knowing that we have the power to make a difference. We can inspire change. We can inspire hope for others and we can find a way to make this life worth living.
I hope that if you’re going through a tough time right now that you can find your peace and your path.