Today I vlogged again!! lol is that even a word? Who knows.. well it is now. My thoughts for the day, sharing my mind and encouraging you while pushing myself💔💕↘️⬇️  OHHH that face of mine! Most definitely need to work on the facial expressions as I start these videos!! Oh well, laugh along with me and push the darn play button to get rid of that look!!! xoxo

 

Until next time my friends be kind to yourself and look out for others! xo

Trigger warning. Suicide.

This blog will talk about suicide and the really dark side of untreated emotional health. It may be hard for some to read, but that is why it needs to be written, shared and talked about. Emotional health is just as important as physical health and it burns my blood that there is still so much stigma in society today towards the emotional side of health. I am angry. I am scared. I am sad. I am frustrated. I am tired, tired of the stigma we allow to keep us hidden away when it comes to emotional health, mental health, whatever you choose to call it. Tired of losing lives to suicide.

Today started with my head in a fog. Yesterday I wrote my first in-depth blog focusing on my journey living with PTSD. It is long and a bit all over the place. That is PTSD — all over the place. My sleep last night was very broken and anything but restful. My mind was on overdrive. It is very draining, trying to get my thoughts out of my head in a way that may be understandable to you all.

As I was working to get myself awake and get my head back to today, back to reality, my fiancée received a text from his good buddy. He instantly knew something was wrong. The next few texts proved his instinct was right. A friend of theirs killed himself last night.

My heart dropped. I could see the pain in his eyes and I knew this was going to be a day. A day trying to get our head around this loss of life. A day trying to be supportive to my partner, my rock. It always hits hard when we hear of someone dying. Multiply that by a million — it turns out that this death was a fellow veteran, a man who has been struggling for quite some time. A man who looks rock solid, tough as nails. I know that all humans are at risk for PTSD. Size is irrelevant, as is age, profession, race or religion. Sometimes though, society is cruel. We think that a certain person is weak if they admit to having some sort of emotional illness.

Why can’t we just be empathetic to all?

I am not too proud to say that I have also had suicidal thoughts, going to battle with my suicidal ideation. I am not selfish. I am not a coward. I am not weak. I am a fighter and I live with mental illnesses. I have a loving support network. I have great kids. I have things in life I still want to do. So you may ask, how dare I think of taking my own life?

Well, let me try and explain.

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Pretend you have a pair of eyeglasses. Put those glasses on your face now. Next, imagine a thin layer of dirt getting on those lenses. You try and wipe the dirt off, but all you can do is smudge it a bit.

The dirt is still there.

You cannot take off these glasses.

You cannot clean them.

As you look through those glasses, you can still see but it’s a bit hard. You can see the things around you. You see your kids perhaps. Your spouse. Your friends. The things in life that bring you joy and give you a sense of purpose.

Now imagine another layer of dirt being spread across those lenses. The lenses are now really blurring everything you try to see. You try to wipe them clear again, this time using some type of lens cleaner. Again, it just smudges. There are a few spots that you can see out of, but overall, all you see is the dirt.

Are you getting frustrated yet?

You still can’t take those lenses off. You still can’t see clearly past all that damn dirt. You know there are things around you and people around you who care. You can hear voices, but all you see is dirt. The people around you try to clear that dirt. It sticks.24 hours a day, 7 days a week, you only see dirt.

You try to wipe again, this time with a stronger cleaner, but only get a small speck of light to come through the dirt. That light, that small clearing, gives you a bit of freedom from the frustration. That small bit of freedom gives you energy to keep going, to keep trying to see past that damn dirt.

BAM!

A huge pile of dirt slams onto those already dirty lenses. You try with all your might to clear the dirt. You try so many different types of cleaners. You try everything you can think of, everything that everyone tells you to try.

Nothing you try will clear those lenses.

You are stuck with this dirt on these lenses all the time. You try and try again to take them off, to clean that view, but you can’t. The dirt is stuck there like crazy glue. You want to see life. You want to see those things that used to make you feel human and have a purpose, but no matter what you do, that dirt remains!

That dirt is paralyzing you.

You used to be able to feel life, even though you maybe couldn’t always see it. You lose sight of that person who you used to be. All those things that were life as you used to know it are now a fading memory. They no longer exist in your state of mind. The days have turned to weeks, the weeks have turned to months and for many, the months have turned into years.

Imagine you have had these dirty lenses blocking your view for years.

For years, you have been trying to clear them, to see your life as you used to know it. Instead, all you can see is dirt.

You have become so drained, so emotionally exhausted, after trying so long to clear that view. It is utter pain not being able to see or feel the things that used to be your life. The pain becomes unbearable and all you crave is to numb it.

Then the spiraling starts. You may have a ton of love and support around you, trying all they can to help you. However, the negative thoughts, the overthinking, the lack of self-worth, the feelings of doom become overpowering and take control of your mind.

You numb the pain by turning to drugs or alcohol or whatever else your choice may be, looking for artificial happiness that ultimately can destroy you. In the end, it generates an unbearable pain. You don’t care anymore. Your vision has been so blurred for so long that all you desire is something to help you numb that pain. It impossible to see your worth. You get to the point where you have no hope and the suicidal thoughts kick in.

The dirt thickens, the light is gone. You see nothing but doom and uncontrollable pain.

Okay, go ahead take off those glasses I made you put on earlier. You are lucky. You can take them off. As you take those glasses off, remember that people living with PTSD can’t take those glasses off.

The dirt that is on those glasses I described is the trauma that led to PTSD. The trauma that makes us unable to see life clearly.

When I told you to try and clean the glasses all those different ways — the different cleaners, the different ideas that people may offer — that represents the help that we try to find. The help we so deeply want so we can see life clearly.

For some, we get to a point where we can have more and more days of seeing life through a small clearing in the lens. We know the trauma and the emotions associated with that trauma are still there. We still see it every day. But somehow, with some kind of strength and lots of support, we can push that dirt to the side enough to still see a purpose in life.

This doesn’t happen overnight, and it may seem like the lenses are clear for a while until all of a sudden, the dirt is back deeper and thicker than the last time.

Not only is this hard on the person living with PTSD, but it is also hard for friends and family. Loved ones see you slipping away, and they want to help clear that view. They may feel like they have already lost you, like they have lost that person you used to be. In a sense, they have. That person we used to be may never be that same person again. That is the brutal reality of PTSD.

Far too many people are left to try and clear these dirty lenses on their own for many different reasons. Many will push people away because they are embarrassed, scared, or too proud to admit they are struggling. This is how the suicides can happen.

As hard as it is, try and remember what life looks like through dirty lenses when you see someone struggling.

Editor’s Note: If you or someone you know is struggling with suicidal ideation, please reach out for help. There are many organizations dedicated to helping you find the resources you need. Your life matters. Your life has value. Your life has a purpose.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
1-800-273-8255

To Write Love on Her Arms /twloha.com/find-hel

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If you want to read more on mental heath and wellness, I did a guest post over on spectrum of madness and encourage you all to check it out!

Until next time my friends, be kind to yourself and look out for others.

Last night we lost yet another Veteran brother.

Losing one life to suicide is one too many.

For those following my other posts, you probably know I am a Canadian Veteran, living with PTSD and engaged to an amazing man who is also a Veteran living with PTSD.

A group of island veterans, including myself, made this video to help raise awareness for PTSD and to help end the stigma associated with Mental Health Illnesses. This video has reached many people but unfortunately we haven’t done much with the video in the past while. All of us in the video are living with PTSD, and life has been a challenge. We still work everyday to bring awareness for PTSD. I am sharing this here as a way to keep to keep the talk going.

Please don’t be scared to speak out, please speak out and find a buddy before you get too lost in your own thoughts. Please don’t feel like you are alone.

I want to encourage talking, NOT taking your own life. I also want people to call it like it is when a person takes their own life. All too often a suicide is not called a suicide because society doesn’t like that word. Suicide is often labeled as an accident, an overdose, but it hardly ever gets worded as the truth. The truth being, someone took their own life because the battle was too overpowering. It does not mean that person was weak, quite the opposite, that person was trying to be strong, in silence many times, for way too long. Help end the stigma surrounding Mental Health and suicide.

Please talk about it. NOW LATER AND ALWAYS.

Until next time my friends be kind to yourself and look out for others xox

What living with PTSD means to me. Yup, I’m the beauty, PTSD is the beast, without the inner beauty like the beast from Disneys Beauty and the Beast.

First let me explain a little bit about what PTSD is, in my words. PTSD is a mental health condition that causes the brain to act in a way in that it doesn’t process trauma in a right or healthy manner. PTSD is caused by something terrifying to that person. It can be an event you went through, such as a vehicle accident or abuse. It can also be caused by the witnessing of a traumatic event or seeing the after-effects of a traumatic event. As well as the PTSD, I have been diagnosed with Major Depressive disorder as well as an anxiety disorder. The 3 really have similarities and it is sometimes difficult to determine if it is the PTSD, the depression, the anxiety or just plain ol life that is kicking me down. I have a hard time knowing what is normal emotions. I take everything super personal and tend to be very hard on myself mentally.

What is important to note is, something that is terrifying to me or you may not be terrifying to someone else. Living with PTSD is exhausting. Right now I am not going to go into the things that lead to my diagnosis. That is much too much for me to begin putting into words. I am still working on that part with my psychologist.

The other important thing that I need everybody to realize is that even though two people may have experienced the same situation it doesn’t necessarily mean that those two people are going will end up with a diagnosis of PTSD or develop the same symptoms of PTSD. PTSD is very individual in certain ways although it does have many common traits to it.

A day in the life of me is very different each day. Overall I tend to be super emotional at things that most people can just easily cope with and not have it affect their mental state of mind. I’m sure part of this emotional person that I am comes from the fact that I have a lot of traits of an empath. I hope to write more about my thoughts on being an empath in the future. But for now, I will try my best to share a bit of life for me living with this vicious trio of Emotional Illness.

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Let me share with a bit about triggers. Triggers are a major thing when living with PTSD. For those of you that aren’t familiar with what a trigger is, let me try and explain. A trigger can be almost anything. A trigger can be a sight, a sound, a smell, a touch, words, just to name a few. You see really it can be anything. Triggers can happen at any time no matter where you are, no matter what a person may be doing. The trigger will affect your mind and can take control of you. You may feel like you are right back in the environment where the trauma actually occurred. It affects you mentally and physically. Sometimes people are able to work through some of there triggers with a lot of hard personal work with properly trained professionals. For me, I have been working on identifying my own triggers since about 2009. I have come along way but still, triggers can wreak havoc in my life.

For example, one trigger that comes to mind for me is confrontation. Now I know nobody is really a huge fan of confrontation however for me that’s a trigger. It makes me very nervous, my anxiety kicks in full force and I start to lose control of my mind. I lose the ability to see things rationally and reasonably. I can become fearful, paranoid and an emotional mess. I hate attending hockey games most times, I understanding fighting is a part of the game, but something inside me switches and I go from a normal common sense person to a highly agitated, paranoid person who automatically thinks things are going to get out of hand and someone will die. All in the blink of an eye, I switch. It sucks, I feel embarrassed, as I know my face changes and I look totally terrified. I feel like people are watching me and making fun of me for being so irrational. I know that I am being irrational but I simply can’t control the mind and emotions, and I end up leaving and hide out at home for way too long after that beating myself up for letting my mind take over in such an unhealthy way.

Sometimes something that is a happy thing for others is a trigger for me. For example, pregnant women or newborn babies, sometimes it brings my heart happiness but depending on where my head is it can also make me very sad and can make depression set in. The negative thinking and the dreaded feeling of doom take over. I know this trigger is stemming from the loss of my second child. It has taken a lot of self-work to understand, accept and work through the way this used to totally paralyze me. This is one trigger that I have been able to get a better grip on and be able to handle a little more rationally most times. Now don’t get me wrong, I do love babies and the thought of new life. What I am saying is that the pain and the fear that I used to experience for way too many years, I am able to better handle without letting it control me.

Another trigger for me is young soldiers or the talk of War. For other people triggers are completely different, for my fiance, loud noises can really be a trigger for him.

You may be asking, what happens for me when those triggers get a hold of me and my mind starts to spin? Well, this is where the words and thoughts get jumbled. I am trying to stay focused and continue to share, but I am feeling all over the place, so I hope this isn’t too much of a mess, but hey, if it is, welcome to a day in my head! 🙂 🙁

My mood changes in an instant, I can go from being in an okay mood to being completely unreasonable. My body can get very hot I can feel very flushed, I may start to shake. Irritability sets in and I completely lose patience. Sadly the mind can start to spin so quickly for me. I can say that in the past 10 years with time and with counseling and taking the time to really look inside myself I am getting better at recognizing when I am starting to spin. I still have times where my mind gets the best of me, today is one of those days. The negative thoughts set in the thoughts of self-harm set in and my head just really goes to a very dark place. Thankfully today I am able to keep the negative thoughts somewhat in control and the thoughts of self-harm haven’t crept in in quite a few months.

Before anyone starts getting too concerned about my state of mind let me reassure you, I am going to be ok. For today anyway, I know that. It is very difficult and scary trying to explain this to folks who aren’t familiar with the dark side of Emotional Illness. This brings me to the word that nobody likes to hear and nobody likes to talk about. Yep, that word is suicide. I’ve known people who have lost their struggle with PTSD and have taken their own lives. This is the last thing on earth I ever want to do. I have lots to live for, I have an amazing fiance and amazing friends, my children are pure joy for me. Even though I have all those positives in my life and things to look forward to, when my mind gets in that dark place it is very scary. I feel like I am losing control when the spinning gets so bad. One hand, when I’m in that state, I know how much pain taking my own life would bring to those people I care about. Knowing and having a better grip on that has been a huge factor in kept me alive this far I’m sure. On the other hand, those demons in my head just take over and all rational and sensible thoughts are quickly shot down and replaced by doom, the heaviness of the dark side is unbearable at times.

I can say now, that I am getting a better grasp on those demons but it is still scary knowing how strong those demons can be. I’m getting to a position now where I can recognize that I’m in that dark place and I’ll take precautions to keep myself safe. This is something that has taken many years to learn to accept and understand and hopefully with time those demons will start to have less control over my mind.

“The anger, the rage, the hurt and the cold loneliness that separates you from your family, friends and society’s normal, daily routine are so powerful that the option of destroying yourself is both real and attractive.” 

Dallaire, after he was found collapsed in a public park following his retirement.

I know this has been a long read so far, if you are still reading, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. It means the world to me that you are taking the time to read about mental health issues that no one really likes to acknowledge or know how to acknowledge and understand. Although I can smile a lot of the days now, more so than I could in the past, let me tell ya, there are still days where I’m very dark inside. Hopelessness is a word that I used to use quite frequently. With the help of many psychologists over the years, and with paying better attention to who I am inside, and why I feel certain things, that hopelessness feeling occurs a lot less.

PTSD has robbed me of a lot of my memories. It has left a lot of gaps in my past and it also has affected my short-term memory. It is very difficult to stay focused on one task. Memory is quite important and when the short-term memory is affected because of the PTSD, it makes concentration very difficult.

It has only been in the last year that I have been able to say that I am actually having feelings. That may be kind of strange to hear. In the past, I thought I was feeling emotions, but in reality, I was just stuck in a constant state of feeling numb, not really able to recognize much of anything emotion wise. The more I learn about my mind I realize that in fact I was just numb and I really had no feeling at all. I wasn’t able to actually feel joy or actually feel sadness. I was just in a constant state of nothing. This is probably more of the depression making me this way, but that is something else I am still working on, having good and bad emotions and knowing how to deal with emotions.

I remember about a year ago I was in with my psychologist and I was very worried because things were going quite well in my life at that time. I had described my feelings to her and told her about what was going on in my life. I was getting more involved with the veterans support group I helped co-facilitate. I had reconnected with a wonderful man who was helping me to find life again. Yeppers, that man is my fiance! What I didn’t understand was that I was actually feeling happy, she explained to me that everything I was saying to her was happiness. What the heck do you mean this is a normal feeling?? Oh my gosh, what is going on! That really hit me hard because I was so worried that I was entering into a state of mania, I was not sure what this feeling was and it made me scared. So for her to say that I was simply being happy that scared the crap out of me. It meant I was actually starting to feel emotion again. You may think that that is a great thing and yes while I guess it was, and is a great thing, at the time it was really scary because it was so foreign to me. I was so used to having complete numbness and not really knowing any highs or lows that actually being happy made me scared.

“Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.” 

Mahatma Gandhi

I know life living with me is not easy, my children have been through some very difficult times, they’ve seen me in some super depressed states. They’ve been at the brunt of me losing patience at the simplest of things. They’ve seen me lose my cool and overreact at things they have done. They’ve seen me cry over the littlest of things. I’m happy to say, even though it’s been hard on them, my children have also been able to see me own up to my actions. They’ve seen the look of complete paranoia and fear in my face. They’ve felt the awkwardness of not knowing what to do.

I’ve tried to educate my children at their level on what my PTSD is and how it affects my everyday life. It took me quite a few years to be comfortable to try and be open and educate my kids on something so raw and uncomfortable. For the longest time, I tried to hide everything. I tried to hide my PTSD, my depression, my anxiety attacks. These are taboo things in society and I certainly shouldn’t admit to my kids that I am not perfect!! LOL, because in my mind every other Mom out there was perfect and I was nothing like that in my head. I see myself differently most days now. I used to and hide my outbursts or cover them up some stupid ridiculous lie. It wasn’t until I decided to be open with them and share a little bit with them, that things in my head got a little better. When I was in the phase of trying to hide things from them it brought a lot of guilt to me. They felt that they were doing things wrong. They were feeling like they could never please me because I was always losing my patience. What they didn’t know and what I was hiding from them was the fact that I was super proud of them and my outbursts and my reactions were not a result of their actions. This was the result of me letting the vicious trio get the best of me.

The biggest thing I think I have learned so far about being a mom and being a partner with PTSD is communication is so important. With no communication, my kids, my partner and the people around me don’t understand where my head is at. When I am cranky or when I am irritable and I don’t tell them why it’s easy for them to assume it’s because of something they did. So slowly I’m learning to communicate and just simply say ‘ holy crap I’m having a day.’ This is kina my warning label for those around me!! Oh, oh, the vicious trio is taking over her… ughhhh .
I’ve learned to apologize for outbursts that may have been hard for them to see. I’ve learned to vocalize more when I’m having a struggle so that they know it’s not their actions that are making me upset or sad.

I feel like I’m starting to lose focus and am getting a little overwhelmed. I’m going to sign off for now. I hope this sheds a little bit of light on what it’s like living with PTSD.

I’m slowly becoming an open book as far as my journey with PTSD and the vicious trio, any questions you might have I would be happy to try and answer.

Thanks for taking the time to join me on this journey as I begin to share my PTSD struggles.

Future blogs will eventually explore more of the physical effects that PTSD has on me! Oh the joys, the restless legs at night, the migraines, the belly issues, the sore jaws, the lack of sleep, oh me oh my!!

Until next time my friends, be kind to yourself and look out for others.