Borrowing My Brave
Last week, I had the honor of guest writing over at Emerald Barnes website. She’s been inviting writers to speak out about a topic that is very close to my heart: suicide, depression and self-harm.
You all probably know by now, speaking out and bringing awareness to these issues is extremely close to my heart. Here’s an excerpt from the article.
He was 29 years old when he took his own life, exactly 11 months to the day from his 30th birthday. It was a bitter cold, Sunday afternoon. February 9, 2014, in a small town in Oklahoma. His death rocked my family down to the bones of who we were as a unit. We were shocked.
The truth is we shouldn’t have been surprised.
Signs had been blowing up in our faces for years. My brother’s diagnosis with depression was well documented by his doctors. After a brain injury, following a car accident at 18, the signs were all around those who claimed to love him the most. He had multiple attempts to take his own life and the treatment plans we sought out were meant to “bring him out of it” or “helping him get better.”
We were focusing on the “problem” and not his person. We did not educate ourselves with enough knowledge to know how to help him. But depression doesn’t want to be seen. It grows stronger in the dark, isolated from the world and undiscussed in most all social circles.
You can read the rest of the article here.
You can also follow along on social media with the other writers and advocates by using the hashtag #youarenotalone I love you all and I hope you have a fantastic Monday.
Hugs and love,
If you or someone you know is struggling with any of the issues we’re talking about today, please reach out to a mental health professional.