The Right Message At The Right Time

The very classmate who coined the nickname “Smiley” on me in high school, is the very classmate who is out there changing lives and continues to find the right words for the right time to that troubled soul, no matter who is reading/listening.  On his Facebook page status this morning, the key word ‘suicidal’ touched my heart, so I knew I had to read the rest.  It’s exactly what I’ve felt-recent deaths have befallen my family, our house is on short sale, life dragged us and is still dragging us to the bone.  Then just as my good friend, I’ve had to ask myself lately if I’ve been trusting the One True God to do everything in his power for me to see things differently, to trust in HIM completely.  It’s so difficult to even want to wake up in the morning, however I’m glad I did today to see this message at an opportune time.  I thought it needed to be shared.  You can follow Jacob Hobson for more ‘morning coffee’ inspirations on FB at https://www.facebook.com/jacob.hopson. Take a look: The moment you feel at your wits end… the moment you want to say screw the world… the moment you say the world will be better without me… I want to suggest to you that you have made God an option and not your only Choice!! This post is going to be kinda sensitive for me but i made it [sic] thru!!! Can i tell you that i have been suicidal…. Yes preaching, praying, and prophesying and STILL feeling like the world would be better without me, because nothing in my life...

Mothers at War With Themselves

I have to admit that seeing that black Honda Odyssey in the water after being driven by a mom who claims to have seen demons and planned to kill herself and her children in the minivan earlier this month, was a bit eerie.  That’s the family vehicle I drive around in the same color.  The mom, Ebony Wilkerson, has 3 kids with one on the way.  I have 4 kids.  Her oldest is 10.  So is mine.  Her second oldest is 9.  My second oldest will be 9 this summer.  She may have actually experienced demonic occurrences in her home.  Thankfully, I don’t.  She may have been running away from an abusive husband.  Thankfully, I don’t have that problem either.  Whatever the case, those children should not have been in her care.  Her sister came to the scene in Daytona Beach to comfort the kids, but was she around before this incident?  Were there signs of trouble ahead of time?  I know there’s only so much family members can do to help mentally ill or just depressed loved ones.  However, were the signs there early enough for someone to at least be there for the children so they wouldn’t have to experience something like this? Mothers play a vital role in any child’s life.  We are the ‘before,’ ‘during,’ and ‘after’ for them.  The sun, the moon, and the stars.  We are the very nature that rocks their world, and if we are damaged in any way, something or someone needs to be there as backup.  If there’s no one there to take care of us after we’ve taken...
Excessive Force on Postpartum Depression?

Excessive Force on Postpartum Depression?

Former dental hygienist, Miriam Carey, was shot to death by Washington, D.C. police after an erratic car chase Thursday.  The 34 year-old black female was reportedly suffering from postpartum depression when she drove her black Infiniti at high speeds, hitting police cars from the Capitol to the White House gate with her 1 year-old in the back seat.  After watching some video footage, the question is whether or not the police used excessive force by shooting at the car, even when it came to a brief halt at the gate in order to prevent her from crashing into anything else.  It also didn’t help that the news reports were so confusing.  One minute, they report that there’s a shooter at the Capitol.  Perhaps, they really meant the shooting stemmed from multiple shots that the police carried out at Miss Carey.  They made it seem as if we were having another Navy Yard massacre on our hands. Next, they report that a crazy person crashed through the White House gate to speak to the President or something about protesting the shutdown.  Well, there was no weapon found in Miss Carey’s car and thank God, the little girl in the back wasn’t shot.  I guess they couldn’t see her in the car. Postpartum depression is defined as also postnatal depression, a type of clinical depression which can affect women, and less frequently men, typically after childbirth, according to Ask.com.  “Symptoms include sadness, fatigue, changes in sleeping and eating patterns, reduced libido, crying episodes, anxiety, and irritability. Although a number of risk factors have been identified, the causes of PPD are not well understood.”  I went...
M.I.A.

M.I.A.

Well, I guess I’m not too good at this blogging after all. It’s been months since I’ve been up here. Someone would probably think how dare I go M.I.A. after just a few posts. I have blogged before a few years ago, as mentioned in a previous post, but the energy isn’t as amplified as before. That’s the “beauty” of depression, I guess. It stunts you, collapses you so well that you don’t want to do anything productive. It grasped hold of me really well the minute I learned we might be losing our home, losing one of our cars which hubby needs for work, and the minute we learned he will be laid off from his job. Just can’t win for trying. I also found myself too embarrassed to be so honest. I enjoy the honesty of other blogs I’ve read, but for some reason, I am more embarrassed about my own problems. Yes, we all have problems. It’s how you deal with them that matters, and I am at the point that I physically can’t carry them anymore. My faith is constantly wavering, and all I do is cry-in the bathroom, in the car, in my sleep, after visiting the mailbox, while cooking. Having kids during these turbulent financial times makes the situation even scarier because you never know what they’ll need. Gooooood grief! My mom and hubby have not failed me, though, by asking everyday, “Have you blogged yet?” That’s been a bit encouraging. Who am I kidding…hubby made a deal with me that I couldn’t refuse. Since we turned our cable off, we’ve been video...