It’s Monday, Sept. 11. Just getting caught up? Here is the news you can use:
WTF is happening in the world
It’s Sept. 11 again. Here’s a column about that grim morning’s first victim more than a decade and a half ago.
WTF is happening on this blog
I’m still writing about my mental health. It is something I’ve been weighing since I started this blog five days after Eli was born, nearly five years ago, because stuff was happening that I did’t understand, to him, to us.
I hate mom blogs. They’re so predatory. Parents with ill children who blog about their children are probably the worst of the worst.
BTW, look at my adorable click bait!
My point is, it felt increasingly gross and insincere writing about our lives and especially my son, when I was experiencing an illness also. One I pretended wasn’t there.
Now that I’ve acknowledged my ongoing mental health battles and upkeep, I find myself in the midst of some kind of creative surge. I’m rolling with it. My heart is open to it.
I’m finding inspo here, there and everywhere, from conversations with friends old and new to rather canned places like my ‘inspiration quote of the day’ setting in Google Allo.
Which I kind of take issue with. Because about 90 percent of the quotes are from men.
But one did speak to me.
“Be the change you want to see in the world.”-Mahatma Gandhi.
I’d heard it before.
But I thought about it in light of my new openness about mental health here.
I’d like to live in a world where people aren’t ashamed of mental illness.
In that world, individuals wouldn’t turn to alcohol and drugs and addiction over admitting mental illness.
There is a wide spectrum of ruin that results because of shame, up to the destruction of families and suicide. The damage addiction inflicts can last generations.
To change that we – this generation – need to start talking about mental health. A lot. Within our own families and to our own friends and in the world at large. The stigma needs to die, and we need to kill it. Stigma, I cut you.
And while I’m on this bender, I’m going to add that I’d like to live in a world where the lives of the sick aren’t turned to ruin by the rigged system that both saves and destroys them.
We can do better by the sick. They deserve life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, too. Their stories matter. Are real. Are happening. I’m going to try to tell those stories more often.
So there’s that.
Wow is it hard to find 10 interrupted minutes.
If you are having thoughts of suicide, the National Suicide Prevention Hotline is 800-273-TALK (8255).
If you have questions about mental illness, call the National Alliance on Mental Illness help line: 1-800-950-NAMI (6264) or email@example.com
The NAMI HelpLine can be reached Monday through Friday, 10 am–6 pm, ET.
This is now
I finished reading “Little House in the Big Woods” to Laila.
“This is now.”
Laura Ingalls Wilder wrote those lovely, simple words. and I thought them to myself today whilst lazing around on the couch with Laila, Eli and Mark, chatting, watching the tele and having a cozy nap.
“This is now…now is now. It can never be a long time ago.”