Hello Inspiration – Our True Selves

I’ve been inspired this week by a bunch of different things that have contributed to where I am now.

Since I started blogging, I have discovered a new community. These are people I’ve never met who have provided so much support to me (and to each other) during the most difficult time in my life.

Recently some of those people have started vlogging. I LOVE this. I love seeing their faces. I love hearing their voices. I feel more like I actually have met them.

There are a lot of people I could include here, but I’m going to share three with you – one funny, one sweet & friendly, and one incredibly brave.

Leighann and I started blogging around the same time, and if I walked past her in the street I would hug her. I love her posts and her tweets, but seeing her on camera made me really feel like I know who she is. Here is her first (quite funny) vlog.

Alison is not one of my PPD mamas, but she reads and comments and shows so much support. I find this incredible for someone who hasn’t experienced it – it’s like she gets it, which is quite amazing. I loved her vlog – she is beautifully sweet. Plus I really like her accent.

And then Kim. She used her first vlog to participate in Miranda’s rally for mental health and telling her story in this way is really powerful. Loved that she showed her true self in this way for this cause.

Which brings me to Miranda’s rally, which must have taken a lot of energy to organize and shows a dedication that is such a hallmark of who Miranda is. The American Psychological Association had Mental Health Day.  Miranda had mental health days. Maybe even weeks. She gave people a place to tell their stories and as a whole that’s a really powerful thing.

And speaking of sharing her stories, Amanda did that this week. When she let me know she had been inspired to share her story about PPD, I was so glad. And so proud. Proud of her, because I know how scary that can be to do.

I’ve been thinking of all these things as I pondered what to what about for this week’s inspiration post. And then last night I sat down to watch the (PVR’d) final episode of Oprah. I haven’t been a regular Oprah watcher for a while, but I wanted to watch her last episode. So much of what she said in her farewell is exactly what I’ve been working on articulating here in a post that’s been in draft for weeks. That will come in time, but in the meantime Oprah said something that describes exactly why these things are inspirational to me:

“In every way in every day you are showing people exactly who you are. You’re letting your life speak for you.”

All the above are examples of this. And that’s all I’m trying to do too. My life has been speaking to me for a while, and only occasionally have I been able to hear it. But by allowing myself to be who I am, and by sharing that with others, I have removed some things that have prevented me from hearing those messages.

I hear them now. And for the first time in a long time, I’ve had a week where I understand what people meant when they said, “I wish you peace” because I’ve found it. It wasn’t in my environment, it wasn’t in my medication, it was in me. And I have invited it to stay.

brave new world

I liked this photo, especially when I realized it was titled "Brave New World"

 

Pride In the Name of Love

I haven’t written about day-to-day Connor stuff here much, but today I’m going to take a moment for some mama pride. I’ve always been proud of my little guy for so many things, but this week I’m just bursting. Each thing is little – and for some families totally unremarkable – but they’re so meaningful to us. Put together I’m just over-the-top in love with him all over again.

  1. He seems to have nailed the potty training thing. He’s been really good for a while, but no more pull-ups during the day and he’s not even really having accidents. Even doing well when we’re out!
  2. He’s been so good with manners. Again, he’s always been pretty good at this but hearing the unprompted pleases and thank yous in that little voice – for even the littlest things – is so awesome.
  3. He’s been listening better. This is pretty big for us. He’s not perfect (what toddler is?) but in the last week we’ve had more cooperation and less all-out meltdown in response to requests to do or not do or to clean up something. (Big thanks to Yael Saar for her wisdom from Ithaca – it helped!) Maybe part of this is me – I’m calmer this week, and he might be responding to that too.
  4. And the big one – on Thursday night he slept in his bed by himself! He had one wake-up at 11, came downstairs and slept on the couch for a while with Daddy, who was watching TV. When Rich took him back upstairs, Connor said, “You’re taking me upstairs? Oh, thank you, Daddy.” And then he stayed in his bed. All night! He came into our room just before 7 on Friday morning and we woke to a little voice announcing, “I had a really good sleep.” There was much rejoicing and then he said, “I did it! Yay, Connor!” Love it. Not only did he do it, but he understands that this is the goal and he was proud of himself for doing it. (Of course I was awake on and off after about 4 am wondering if he was okay, but still…) No repeat performance last night, but I’ll take whatever progress I can get.

I just love this kid.

Smashed to Smithereens

A few weeks ago I was on a meandering stroll through the Internet, clicking on links in tweets and following paths through blogs until I could no longer remember where I’d been or where I’d started. And yet I ended up where I was apparently meant to be: Bad Words, reading the heartbreaking story about the birth of this woman’s son. I wanted to know what happened next, so I kept reading. I clicked on a few of her links, and learned something about the deaf community that was really eye-opening for someone who has always thought “hard of hearing” was the politically correct term.

And then I noticed an odd little word in the navigation at the top.Whoa

Whoa.”

Not the type of thing you usually see in a blog’s navigation, so I clicked on it and read what was there.

Yeah. Whoa.

“Do you have a day?” the page asked*. “Before this day, you were just you… Until it happened to you. Suddenly you weren’t you anymore. You were that person that the unimaginable thing happened to.”

Not me anymore? How did it know?

“Did you rage against it? Being an other?”

Did I rage against it?! Yes. Yes, I did.

“Did you beg and plead and pray to The Universe to make it not be? Were you certain that if you demanded that it not be, if you begged, plead, prayed hard enough, The Universe would hear you and change your life back to what it was?”

Ah, The Universe. The Universe and I are on very good terms. Or not, depending how you look at it, for The Universe did not change my life back to what it was.

“Did you admit defeat, shed the delusion of control and leave yourself at the mercy of The Universe?”

No. Why? Should I?

“And once you let it all fall away, did you flick that last bit of rubble off your shoulder, plant your hand on your hip and wonder who you were going to be on the other side of this? Did you tell The Universe it could go ahead and have its way with you?”

Hand on hip – check. Wondering who – check. But oh dear. I hadn’t let anything go. I was afraid of the rubble, frankly. What if it buries me? What if whoever I am doesn’t come out from under it? But…okay. I’ve started listening.

At the end the page asked (in italics because it’s important):

“Do you want to go back in time and whisper to your former self:

Don’t worry. It’s going to be ok. It’s going to suck. You’ll be smashed to smithereens. You’ll be built back up again. You’ll be more
you than you’d ever imagined. It’s going to be ok.”

Smashed to smithereens. It sounds like a sudden occurrence. A single blow. For some people I imagine it is, but for me it’s been a long process. More than three years (and probably longer if you count other parts of my history) of issues and illness chipping away at the rock of my core. There is rubble already – jagged, tear-stained rubble – and for weeks now I thought I’d flicked it all off. I have flicked some of it away. I’ve had crews come, without being asked, to help me lift some of the larger pieces. But it wasn’t gone. And then I found more including the most recent rock slide, which I didn’t see coming.

I’ve been smashed to smithereens all right, but in the last few days I’ve hauled out my industrial-sized broom and swept away some of that rubble.

I won’t lie – I’m afraid some of it will come back. Or that there’s yet more rubble to fall.

But after begging and pleading and waiting for the Universe to just fix this already, I’ve started to accept the process. And the next part of it has to start with me.

I have shed the delusion of control – over some things, anyway – and have left myself at the mercy of The Universe. We’re back on better terms now – things are coming across my path when they’re meant to and I’m taking note of those signs.

One such sign was these words of whoa, for which I thank Tulpen, both for writing them and for allowing me to share the effect they had on me.

So yes, I want to go back and whisper that to my former self. Because, for today at least, I think it’s going to be okay.

*These excerpts are just that – parts of a raw, powerful, in-your-face whole that I encourage you to read in its entirety.

The Truth About Mental Health

Mental Health Blog Party

Mental health issues are scary, right? If you have one, whatever you do DON’T ADMIT IT.

That’s the common philosophy, anyway. Why do we think that? Because we think that by not acknowledging the issue it will go away and no one will ever know we’re not perfect? Because we don’t want people to see us as weak or somehow less?

That’s what I thought, anyway.

I used to think mental health issues were scary. After dealing with my own and talking to others, I now find them a lot less scary.

I used to think people would see me as weak. After being open about it, I’ve discovered the exact opposite.

Right now I’m on leave from work to deal with an ongoing and very stubborn case of postpartum depression. My son is three. That’s a lot of crap, people. A lot of tears. A lot of yelling. A lot of pretending things were okay when in fact they were less okay than they had ever been.

When I first went on leave, I didn’t know what to say to the people I work with so I copped out with “spending time with family”. When it turned out my leave was going to be longer than the month I had indicated, I decided to fess up.

So I sent a note to my branch (about 10 or so of those people report to me) and to some others I work closely with. It took me several days to work up the nerve. And about 18 drafts in my head. And a few very deep breaths before I finally hit send. It’s one of the scariest things I’ve ever done.

What I expected was responses along the lines of, “Oh, I had no idea. Thanks for sharing. Wishing you well.”

What I got back was so much more than that – nothing but absolute support and sharing of their own personal stories.

Since it’s Mental Health Day I thought I’d share with you excerpts of some of the responses I got. A lot of these say really nice things about me, which I share not to make me sound awesome, but because sometimes these comments only come out this clearly when we tell people something honest and difficult about ourselves.

Here’s what some of them said:

“… I think the part of me that tends towards an emotional sensitivity gravitated towards the sensitivity and authenticity that is part of your nature. I think you’re an incredibly strong and wonderful person and I admire so much not only the way you lead but what you express of yourself, which is enlightened, passionate and straight from the heart. You make it easier for me to feel comfortable being my true self.”

“…What was not a surprise, and rather consistent over space and time, is your courage and ability to communicate and share your thoughts on a tough situation. As always, I’m blown away by your gift, to speak openly about something that is difficult to discuss. So thank you for sharing your story. Although it is tough to hear coming from someone you know (and can’t help them fix overnight), I would prefer to try and understand than to not know ….or worse be told something untrue.”

“I’m giving you a virtual high-five for sharing your story with me. Wow. Your courage is amazing. I’m honoured that you would share.”

“You are very brave and I am honoured that you shared this with me. It is so important to rip the veil off of the entrenched stigmas that keep us believing that we are less than perfect if we can’t just rise above.”

“…thanks so much for taking yourself and your health & your needs seriously and for being kind enough to share a little bit with people who care. You’re a fabulous role model, and I wish you exactly what you need to heal.”

“BRAVO, Robin! It’s a huge thing to come face to face with this issue and to take the time you need to deal, process, feel better, etc. That you would share this with us is also a significant step, and shows that you are serious about your leadership, as well as your efforts to heal.”

“You are a brave and incredible woman, Robin.  I had no idea about any of this. That you came forward with your personal news is inspiring and really shows me, and all of us here, about what real leadership and self-preservation mean. And those things are what really matter.”

I know other people’s mental health issues – and willingness to share that information – are different than mine. I’ve seen some people share anonymously. I’ve seen some share selectively. I’ve seen some blow the doors open and just tell people without worrying about what they’ll think.

As for me, at first I didn’t realize PPD is what I was dealing with. And then I told no one, for a long time. And then I told a few people, some of them at work, because I was just not coping and when you’re completely losing it at work on a regular basis people are bound to suspect something’s up. I preferred them to know the truth than to think I couldn’t handle my job.

Then, in January, I started blogging about it. It was a whim, and I had no idea how public that would make it. If you read my first post, you’ll see that my boss found my blog before I had even posted anything. But I kept going. And I told a few more people. And a few more. And I talked about it on the radio. And then, after a long time searching for the right thing to do, I decided to tell my whole team at work.

I still don’t tell everyone I know. I don’t post my blog posts on my personal page on Facebook…yet. But I’m getting there. And you know what? Talking about it has been empowering.

I know not everyone is comfortable sharing stuff like this. But if you’ve been thinking about it, maybe this will reassure you that it might just be okay. If you don’t want to share, that’s okay too.

Either way, your mental health matters and there are so many safe ways to get support. You can start by reading the stories being shared during this Mental Health Blog Party and the resources linked to by the bloggers participating. One thing I know for sure is one of the biggest steps in feeling better is knowing you’re not alone.

Hello, Inspiration – Moments of Motivation

I’ll admit to not feeling very inspired this week but I did come across some things I thought were pretty awesome.

Motivation
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My friend Lori pinned something from Pinterest to Facebook and because I didn’t realize she was on Pinterest I checked out her boards. She has one called inspiration, and I love it. Lori started working out and running a few months ago to achieve some health goals, and she recently completed her first 10K. I love that she has collected these things on her inspiration board to motivate her. We all need that sometimes.


Strength

One of the other things is something that started last week. A good friend told us about some really crappy things that have happened to her. I’ve thought about her every day since, and I didn’t really realize how much thinking I’d have to do to process what she’d told us. I’d never have known this about her and I think even more highly of her now – for living through the crap, for telling us about it (which I know was so, so hard) and for looking for help to deal with it. You never know what demons people are wrestling, and I’m always amazed by how much power there is in sharing our struggles.

Literary Ladies

I recently received my copy of Literary Ladies by Nava Atlas, which I won through a giveaway on Katie’s Bookcase. I was beyond thrilled to win this – it was like a sign that I should keep writing. And it’s such a cool book – I’ve only started to explore it, but it’s doing wonders for my perspective already. (If you want a copy, that link above is Katie’s affiliate link, so she’ll get some pennies if you click through from there. I get nothing, other than good karma, which I figure can’t hurt.)

Love

And of course, I have to say one more time how much I was inspired by this. Not the actions, but the love behind it. There should be more people in the world like my sister.

Got anything else inspiring to share? I could use something to help me get unstuck.