Tuesday, November 23, 2021
This year, I thought about all I’ve accomplished in my uncle’s honor. The silver lining is that this work helps other people and I am grateful for that. Not that he would want to be remembered for how he died (because I know without a doubt that as a private person, he absolutely wouldn't), but I think he would be proud that I'm helping to save others who are struggling. So this year, I thought I would do something a little different. In the spirit of “The Twelve Days of Christmas”, I pulled together a list of everything I’ve done in his honor and quantified it:
· $58,335 raised for this year’s Out of the Darkness walk that I co-chaired (goal: $25,000)
· $7,706 personally raised for AFSP/suicide prevention
· 18 months (and counting) on the CT chapter of the AFSP board
· 7 Out of the Darkness walks
· 4 years served on the Niantic Out of the Darkness Walk Committee
· 3 Talk Saves Lives presentations delivered to Aetna/CVS Health employees and customers
· 2 successful fundraisers at the Niantic Public House
· 1 year as walk Co-Chair
· 1 Mental Health First Aid certification course
· 1 Narcan/QPR certification course
· 1 invite to the AFSP Chapter Leadership Conference in Houston January 2022
· Countless lives enhanced or saved by this invaluable information and organization;
· and a partridge in a pear tree
December and the holidays can be a really difficult time for some people. Reach out. Have a real conversation and ask them how they are feeling. Earlier in November, Taylor Swift re-released her album “Red” (on her terms). If you have a moment, listen to the lyrics of “Forever Winter” which portray how it feels when you’re watching someone struggle mentally and emotionally:
"All this time I didn’t know
You were breakin’ down
I’d fall to pieces on the floor
If you weren’t around
Too young to know it gets better
I’ll be summer sun for you forever
Forever winter if you go…"
Go be someone’s summer sun this holiday season. Reach out. I promise you, you will make a difference. Happy holidays, everyone. #mentalhealth #holidays #grateful
Wednesday, May 5, 2021
Mental Health Month matters more than ever this year.
Note: If you experience suicidal thoughts or have lost someone to suicide, the following post could be potentially triggering. You can contact the Crisis Text Line by texting “START” to 741-741. Or call the Suicide Prevention Hotline at 1-800-273-8255.
May is Mental Health Month. This year, I think more people will take the time to pause and reflect on these past fourteen months and what they have meant for our collective mental health than any other time in recent history. The isolation, the anxiety, the staggering death toll, the loss of financial security for people who had to close their businesses or who lost their jobs, the process of grieving even for the “normal” events we (and our children) were unable to attend…school, the office, birthday parties, weddings, holidays with family, happy hours, funerals. With very little warning, our lives were irrevocably changed in an instant one Thursday aftern in March and we didn’t even know for how long or what the magnitude of the extended impact would be. We went from thriving and humming along with our daily lives and routines to survival mode pretty much overnight. And we’ll be witnessing and measuring the aftermath for years to come.
Mental health has been at the forefront of many of my conversations these past few months both personally and professionally, as well as through my work with the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (AFSP). I think it’s one of the only silver linings to come out of this difficult time. While we all experienced the pandemic from different perspectives, various walks of life and circumstances, the bottom line is that we have now witnessed first-hand how important it is to be mindful of our own mental health; to check in on those we know and love; and to be aware of the warning signs if someone is suffering so much that they may be depressed or even thinking of suicide.
The importance of reaching out.
Many times, especially when we are so immersed in our own lives and issues, we may not notice the signs that indicate someone is struggling. If you are concerned about someone you know or love, make sure you know the signs and how to approach the topic with them. Being educated and proactively knowing the signs may be extremely helpful in case you find yourself in a future situation where you need to know how to react, and quickly.
Reaching out can absolutely make a difference, and it has for so many people. Since losing my Uncle Billy to suicide in 2009, I have reached out to many people in my personal and professional life through various avenues, including social media and real-time conversations, and I truly believe it has made a difference. I have also been published on The Mighty website that chronicles people’s real-life stories, and have been featured on Aetna and CVSHealth’s intranet sites raising awareness about the importance of mental health. By continuing to speak out, I’m actively looking to reduce the stigma surrounding this topic. I encourage those struggling to reach out for help. Reaching out for help doesn’t make you weak—it actually takes an incredible amount of courage to do so and should be considered a sign of strength.
Being part of the solution.
This year, I am proud to continue my active role as a board member for AFSP and I’m honored to be the Co-Chair of this year’s Niantic Out of the Darkness walk (shameless plug: Register or donate today!) I am also preparing to deliver my first Talk Saves Lives training to 50-100 CVSHealth employees and customer representatives in early September. Those of you who know me well understand that this is out of my comfort zone because I have never been super confident in my ability to present and speak publicly, but this year I made it one of my professional development goals, and after several (non-mental health) presentations at work, I have to admit, at 41, I’m finally coming along.
In March, I had the opportunity to attend one of my AFSP colleague’s Talk Saves Lives trainings for an elderly LGBT population and it was a beautiful experience, hearing their collective stories and what they have endured over the years, and how they have come together to support each other. I was even able to help one of the participants with an idea for their peer support hotline by suggesting that the volunteers take the Mental Health First Aid course to feel better prepared for certain conversations and topics that may arise on their inbound calls.
As I once wrote in my LinkedIn blog post, Choose to Make a Difference No Matter What You Do: “Long ago, I made a promise to myself to reach out to others in their time of need. And I will continue to look for opportunities to make people’s lives better for the rest of my own life because I don’t know how to live any other way.” I truly believe this is my calling in life—to listen without judgment. To understand. To care. And to help and support this important cause.
Monday, November 19, 2018
Slowly, as if uncertain
She’s headed in the right direction.
Her auburn hair unravels
And she stops.
Tucks it behind her ear and continues.
She can’t go back the way she came
But wandering into the unknown
Seems pointless somehow.
She tries to find meaning, a purpose
to all that she has endured.
But it evades her.
“Who orchestrates this life?” she thinks to herself,
tearing up at the thought of what once was.
Or what she thought had been.
Her internal strength propels her forward
even when she wants to give up.
She won’t. She can’t. She has too much at stake.
Then her hazel eyes flicker with the realization that this feeling is fleeting.
Temporary.
Someday soon life will make sense again
And be beautiful and strange, the way it always has been.
It may not be the life she anticipated
or even thought she wanted
But she will reclaim it as her own.
She takes another step.
Thursday, November 2, 2017
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Sunday, April 24, 2016
And night after night, she's been having bad dreams. It seems like she just can't shake this from her subconscious. One night I went in there when she was crying and asked what's wrong. "I had a dream that Daddy was kissing us for the last time." "Where?" I asked. "In bed." Then, "Daddy believes you can be born again. What do you believe?" I told her that I'm not sure, but that I'd like to think our spirit can find its way back here to live again. That's when she uttered her heartbreaking, "But if I'm born again into another family, won't I forget that I ever had you? I don't want another mommy and daddy. I want youuuuuuuu...."). A few nights later she started crying shortly after she went to bed. I went in there and asked what was wrong. She started again with "I never got to meet my Grandpa Lynn." I told her that I'm sure he loves her and that he would love to have met her too. "But how do you know? Can he see me? Is he sitting right there?" Uggghhhhh. Then she said "I had a dream. Daddy came to pick us up and you weren't there. And then you never came back again." More crying. I said, "How did you know I never came back?" "Because you weren't there and then a week went by and you still weren't..." How do you reassure your kids without being dishonest? I mean, we all know that we can't promise them we'll be there tomorrow. We may SAY it, but no one really knows for sure what's going to happen each day. It just breaks my heart to see her so worked up about these issues that are so far out of her control.
I did some research online because of course I understand that kids are naturally curious about death and I expected to have the conversation at some point, but I guess I didn't think she would have *so* many questions. It seems like most kids ask a lot of basic questions but then quickly move on. Ashlyn, however, has one question after another: "What are our options when we die? What happens to our bodies? Did Grandma have to move after Grandpa died? What did they do with his body?" The saddest part was when she said "When you and Daddy are gone, the only one left with me will be Liam" and I had a lump in my throat because even that's not a given. I don't want to think about it, but the fact that he is younger doesn't necessarily mean he will be there when she's 100 and he's 97 (and I say that because I literally can't bear to think of them dying any younger than that). Parenting is hard enough, but when you are responsible for making your child feel safe and secure and you aren't successful, that is truly the worst. I wish I had the answers to make her little brain shut off each night. I wish I could tell her what happens when we die...where we go...that we are reunited with people that we love...that we never feel pain or sickness or hurt again...that we have the same mommy, daddy and brother in the next life, if there is one...that we are okay without our physical body because it's the spirit that truly makes us who we are. ("But if I am born into someone else, then I'm not really me? Or am I me, but a different version of me?") I swear, she blows me away. I almost feel like she has already lived a former life due to the depth of her questioning and her ability to ask and understand these concepts beyond her short time here on Earth.
I know we all want to protect our kids from the harsh reality of life. We want to save them from the first harsh comment or criticism from their peers, we want to shield them from the tough choices they will eventually have to make, we want to hug them and tell them that they are safe and sound and always will be. But we can't always promise these things. What we can do is hug them and say, "You know, I'm not really sure what will happen, but I love you so much and we are here together right now--let's make every day count." I'm just happy to know that she trusts me enough to want my opinion even when I tell her I don't have all the answers. I don't shut down the conversation or laugh off her concerns; I openly talk to her, stroke her hair and do the best I can to explain life and death as we know it. There is no script for this. I don't even remember asking my own parents about it (although when I did, I am almost positive it wasn't as in depth or emotional for me). I'm not sure if everything I say is right or accurate, but at least she knows she can come to me at any time, with any question or concern, and I will be there for her. We brought her into this world and it's our responsibility to explain how it works when we know and explain that a lot of the world is a mystery to us. I just hope that her life is full of enough joy to make the unknown worthwhile. And that's the only thing that I *can* control.