Friday, November 30, 2012
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
At lunch today, I learned that a woman I knew peripherally killed herself last week. She had a son who is a senior in high school and the conversation turned - naturally, I think - to how a mother can do that to her kids. One woman couldn't understand how it was possible for a woman to think ending her life was the best thing for her children. I don't think anyone who hasn't been there can really comprehend such utter madness.
Unfortunately, I know exactly how a mother can think and do such things and because it's important to me to be understood, I tried to explain. I tried to explain how your brain gets so twisted that the only thing you can see is how miserable you make everyone around you and how everyone, especially your babies, would be better off if you weren't there any more. I tried to explain that you don't necessarily think you're hurting your kids in the long run, and how that thought makes sense. I tried to explain that the need to get out - of your situation, your brain, your life - can drown out all other thoughts, including those of your children.
I don't think I did a very good job of conveying the agony of a suicidal mind. I mean, it's an agony that can smother all motherly instincts. It must be pretty strong. But she remained skeptical.
I suppose it's good that my friend couldn't wrap her mind around being able to leave your kids through suicide. If people who haven't lived through it understood how "easy" it is in the midst of a serious, deep depression to determine that you're as worthless to your kids as you are to the rest of the world, well, there might be more mothers like the one who sparked this conversation.
I've been doing well lately. I feel like all of my chemical issues are finally balancing out and most of my stressors are now external instead of internal. But today's lunch talk has churned up all the ugly darkness that surrounded and nearly swallowed me not too long ago. These feelings are horrifyingly familiar and seem like they could easily make themselves comfortable in my life again.
But I'm stronger now than I have been in years, and I think I can banish those feelings back to whatever circle of hell they came from and tell them to stay there. And I need to. Because even though my depression has taught me how a mother can kill herself, I've promised myself that I'm never going to be a mother who teaches that heartbreaking lesson to her children.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
- I'm not doing NaBloPoMo this year. I've (mostly) enjoyed doing it the past few years, but couldn't bring myself to commit this year. A big part of this was knowing that I was going to fail. I'm not the most gracious fail-er, so I decided not to set myself up for it.
- I'm very (very) slowly trying to creep out from my self-imposed quarantine right now. It's hard. Hiding from people is so much easier than interacting with them.
- Today is one of those days when I wanted to kick B in the nuts more than anything else in the whole wide world. But I refrained. I'm such a good wife.
- I missed The Blathering this year because I dithered about going too long and it sold out (same with PJs at TJ's, by the way). The Twitter-induced Blathering envy this weekend was crazy. I want to meet my imaginary friends and have fun, too!
- I'm pretty sure my children are going to drive me into an early grave. W's current weapon of choice is "Why?" R's is screaming when I don't immediately understand what he's asking/telling me. The joys of motherhood.
- I think I'm ready to move the boys into the same bedroom. We tried this several months ago and it was an unmitigated disaster. Neither one wanted to sleep, they wouldn't stay in bed, and the lost sleep made for some VERY cranky mornings. Does anyone who's done this before have some tips on making it work?
- The boys all went to a family reunion sort of thing for B's family today. I had several hours to myself to spend cleaning. I also have tomorrow off for Veteran's Day, and I'm sending the boys to daycare (hey, we're paying for it one way or the other...might as well take advantage!) so I'll have several more hours to clean. It's sad how excited this makes me. My life is super lame.