For those of you who don’t know me well, I’m incredibly transparent about my Mental Health Journey. I’ve come such a long way from dreadful days of my childhood.
In 2015, I lost my husband and my daughter lost her father to suicide. Our worlds were turned completely upside down. In the days following, I couldn’t grieve and allow myself to fall apart. I had an 18 month old to raise.
Men’s Mental Health, my own, and the topic in general has since become my purpose, aside from mothering. I understand a bigger scale of events. I have come to understand myself and my gifts. Additionally, I’ve accepted that this was how my life was to go, to prepare me for such a purpose.
I had a set back yesterday, one I’ll address at a later date. For now, I’m an open book! I’ve written letters to myself, such as on Valentine’s Day Or on any ordinary day when I needed to hear this from my parents. Under the tab, you’ll also see a series of posts depicting my story, from Part 1 to this, Part 17.
Here, just very recently, I said
Your story masters too. I knew mine needed heard. I knew, and continue to believe my pain will be the very thing that gives strength to the weak and words to the powerless.
Tell yours. Someone needs to hear it. I want to.
Note: more posts to this segment will be added periodically.