Saturday, March 2, 2019

It's the Simple Things

It's been almost a year since my last post, and I apologise for that. My goal is to try to be more proactive in sharing my thoughts on here.

These last two weeks have been some of the hardest weeks of my life (right up there with my miscarriage in October 2018). I turned 25 at the beginning of February and 12 days after I got the devastating news that my father, who was only 56, passed away unexpectedly at his office. My dad wasn't coming home again. The realization of this fact didn't hit me till many days later when I was alone in my car. It hit me the first time I saw his body under a simple bed sheet at the mortuary, but I didn't have time to full process it. It hit me again when my beloved husband was having problems installing our new thermostat, something my dad would've been able to help me. It hit me this evening when my stomach was upset and I thought about asking my dad what I should take to help it and realized I could never do that again.

I had the privilege of speaking at my father's funeral on Friday March 1st. I gave a brief life sketch and began to share some memories of my father. I shared a particular memory but didn't go into a lot of detail due to time, but I would like to share it here.

I was about 16 and had been dealing with depression since I was 12 (though I had never been "officially" diagnosed). I didn't talk about it with my parents and I don't know that they ever knew how much I really struggled during my awkward teenage years. But I remember one day feeling particularly bleak. Even thinking of ending my own life to get away from the pain I was feeling. My dad randomly called me into the living room and sat me down and said he wanted to share a video he found with me. I gave him a look that I'm sure most of us gave our parents at that age but decided I didn't have much to loose since I honestly wasn't planning on sticking around for very long. He pulled up this video. He then told me how much he loved me and gave me a hug, and that was it. It was just that one simple thing that saved me that day.

Never stop doing simple things for people. Sometimes a kind word or a hug or a smile can save someone.

I am so very lucky to have my dad now as my personal guardian angel pushing me still to be better as he did in life. Letting me know even now how much he and so many others love me.

Life is too short and too precious, and even though I WILL continue to have bad days I am never alone.

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Back With A Vengeance

I honestly don't know why I am writing this, but I felt like I needed to. I don't know if it's to help me or someone else or if it's completely pointless. I've been pretty good when it comes to my depression lately. I take my pills when I need them and go most days without feeling completely hopeless.

But recently it's started coming back with a vengeance. It as very small at first but then it began to grow. I didn't really notice it at first, heck I even brushed it off. But now it's noticeable, it's there staring me straight in the face. At first I thought it was just because a friend announced she was pregnant with baby number two, and we've been trying for 4-1/2 years with no success. But then I realized that the feelings I have are not just the aching to be a mother, it as more than that.

It's the feeling that I am the worst possible person. It's the feeling that I am no good at my job and the urge to quit because if I don't they will fire me anyways. It's the feeling that my husband doesn't love me the same anymore. It's the feeling that I don't deserve to even be with my husband and that he deserves better. It's the feeling that mine and my husbands family would care less if I was gone.

With these said feelings comes urges.... The urge to pull my hair out. The urge to bite my nails. The urge to cut myself, or break my leg because I would prefer physical pain over this. The urge to stay in bed and not move. And yes sometimes even the urge to end my life. Some days the urges/feelings consume me. So I put my mask on and pretend I'm okay, but I'm not.

But then this tiny voice in my head says to me "Kaitlin all that stuff is a bunch of BULL SHIT!" Which is 100% true! I am a wonderful person! I am great at my job, sure I make mistakes but I learn and grow from them. My husband loves me more than I will ever be able to comprehend, and I deserve to be with him. And even though mine and my husbands family don't talk to me very often, I know they care.

Depression sucks, and it's always going to be apart of my life. But I have finally gotten to a point where I have accepted that it is a part of me.

Monday, September 25, 2017

Fighting a mind that wants to die

Yesterday I considered suicide. Nate and I were having a discussion on how I don’t feel like going to church anymore. I explained to him that I feel like a square trying to fit in a circle. I don’t feel like I fit in and feel very alone at church. I still believe in the church, I believe in the plan of salvation and the knowledge that I will get to be with my family forever. I just don’t like going to church. My husband was at church at the time and was telling me how I need to pray and all this other stuff. And I just sat there and started to cry and began to think about how I am a horrible person and I’m not as good as he is and that he deserves better than me. I thought about how if he had a different wife maybe he would be a father by now.

I felt this overpowering weight of darkness come over me. I then thought about that pocket knife that I keep in a drawer in the kitchen and how easy it would be to get into a bathtub full of water and slit my wrist and just bleed out and be done with it all. I texted a suicide hotline number I have saved in my phone and they didn’t really help. I decided to turn on Don Williams as he has always calmed me down in the past. I continued to cry and told Nate I loved him and I needed him but that he should stay at church. Little did I know that he then got in his car and raced home to me and then just held me as I cried.

I still feel the pain of that today almost 24 hours later, I’m still sad and all I want to do is curl up into a little ball and cry. The darkness is still with me today, but I took my pills and I’m continuing on even though it’s difficult. I may go home early today depending on if things get better I don’t know, but that’s ok. I got up and I got dressed and I went to work, that is a major accomplishment for me. Some people don’t understand why I can’t just move on and wake up and be happy, but the thing is when you’re depressed you don’t control your thoughts your thoughts control you.

Depression is living in a body that fights to survive with a mind that tries to die. My body doesn’t want to die, but in my mind that’s all I want. I want the pain to end. I sometimes thing about harming myself physically like breaking my leg or cutting but I know that’s only a temporary relief and won’t fix the problem so I just sit here and cry. I sit her and cry in between calls and work and when the phone rings I try to be happy, it’s the hardest thing to do right now. I know with help I will get through this but it will take some time. For now I will keep fighting…

Saturday, September 10, 2016

National Suicide Prevention Day 2016

Today is National Suicide Prevention Day, something that hits very close to home for me. Back in February 2015 I posted about suicide, I want to share some important points I made then today as well as some new ones.

A lot of people say that suicide is selfish. People will utter/post phrases such as “to do that to your family is just selfish”, or “to commit suicide when you’ve got so much going for you is pure selfishness”, or variations thereof. I cannot tell you how many times I have heard people tell me that. It drives me nuts and it makes me feel even worse about myself causing me to become depressed. So often when I get depressed people will just dismiss it or tell me to just get over myself or let it go. Dismissing the concerns of a genuine depression sufferer on the grounds that you’ve been miserable and got over it is like dismissing the issues faced by someone who’s had to have their arm amputated because you once had a paper cut and it didn’t bother you.

I want to share some of my experiences where I almost committed suicide(please if you are thinking about suicide do not attempt any of the following please call 1(800) 273-8255). I think the first time I tried to commit suicide was when I was in high school. I tried to hang myself from my bunk bed.... it didn't work for numerous reasons. During college was when I tried it the most. While living with my sister after her and her husband had gone to bed I sat on the kitchen floor with a bottle of pills and a glass of water in my hands. I was ready to give up. Luckily just before I was about to take them my sister came out of her room to get a glass of water. I am so grateful that she was thirsty haha. The next day I was still feeling down and went to work(I was a housekeeper at a hotel but was going to switch to front desk when school started). One of my coworkers noticed I was off and asked me what was wrong. I broke down and told her what had happened. She later told my boss who called the cops, who decided to come to my work to talk to me about the situation. I was terrified. School eventually started and I never got switched to front desk because of my depression. My boss didn't think it would work because of how “unstable” I was. I still hate him to this day, and I hated myself for a long time because I had told someone about my depression. Later on in the school year around February I tried committing suicide not once but twice. I almost drank a bottle of hydrogen peroxide before my roommate came in. The second time I took 6 sleeping pills before I realized that what I was doing was wrong. I slept for over 12 hours and was sick after wards. I didn't have another attempt till a year into my marriage. I tried suffocating myself in a plastic bag. But stopped myself when I saw my puppy staring at me. (again please do not attempt any of these things if you are having suicidal thoughts please call 1(800) 273-8255)

Those are just the times I actually made an attempt on my life. There are many times where I just come up with scenarios of how I would do it. Laying down in the middle of a busy road, jumping off a cliff, slitting my throat, sitting in my car in the garage etc. (again please do not attempt these and call 1(800) 273-8255).

As a friend or family member there are warning signs you can look for in those around you. How do you remember the Warning Signs of Suicide? IS PATH WARM?

I  Ideation
S  Substance Abuse

P  Purposelessness
A  Anxiety
T  Trapped
H  Hopelessness

W  Withdrawal
A  Anger
R  Recklessness
M  Mood Changes

Expanded Warning Signs:
  • Increased substance (alcohol or drug) use
  • No reason for living; no sense of purpose in life

  • Anxiety, agitation, unable to sleep or sleeping all of the time

  • Feeling trapped - like there's no way out

  • Hopelessness

  • Withdrawal from friends, family and society

  • Rage, uncontrolled anger, seeking revenge

  • Acting reckless or engaging in risky activities, seemingly without thinking

  • Dramatic mood changes
Nearly 40,000 people in the United States die from suicide annually, or 1 person every 13 minutes. This exceeds the rate of death from homicide and AIDS combined. More people die by suicide than from automobile accidents. 800,000 die world wide, or 1 person every 40 seconds. For every completed suicide, there are 25 suicide attempts

Suicide is the 10th-leading cause of death in the United States and the seventh leading cause among men and boys. Worse, it is the third leading cause of death among children 10 to 14 and second among those 15 to 34.

The state of Utah made news this year because death by suicide became the No. 1 cause of death for children 10 to 17 in the state. In fact, the number of teen deaths by suicide in Utah doubled from less than 12 per 100,000 in 2011 to 24 per 100,000 in 2014. The increase was limited to that age group.

It is sad to me that so many people die every year from suicide, when quite honestly it could have been prevented by family and friends of the victim. For me personally when I get depressed and begin to have suicidal thoughts I change. I compare it to Jeckyll and Hyde. When I get depressed Hyde takes over and his goal is to end my life. Just as Jeckyll I cannot control Hyde on my own. It takes love from those around me and sometimes even medication to get him under control. I am not the same bubbly happy person that most of you know when I am depressed. I am someone else....

Most people who have thought about suicide do not want to die; they simply want to find relief from the physical, mental, emotional, or spiritual pain they are going through(just as Jekyll thought about killing himself to relieve himself from the pain of Hyde). Even righteous people like Paul have “despaired even of life” (2 Corinthians 1:8) when they felt weighed down and in deep distress (see also Numbers 11:14–15; 1 Kings 19:4; Jeremiah 20:14; Philippians 1:21–24). Nevertheless, in times of trouble, like Nephi and Alma they “[knew] in whom [they] trusted” as they found that “God hath been [their] support” in “trials and troubles of every kind” (see 2 Nephi 4:19–20; Alma 36:27).

Although it is wrong to take one’s own life, a person who does so may not be responsible for his or her actions. Only God can fully understand and judge the situation. Elder M. Russell Ballard said:

“Obviously, we do not know the full circumstances surrounding every suicide. Only the Lord knows all the details, and he it is who will judge our actions here on earth.

“When he does judge us, I feel he will take all things into consideration: our genetic and chemical makeup, our mental state, our intellectual capacity, the teachings we have received, the traditions of our fathers, our health, and so forth” (“Suicide: Some Things We Know, and Some We Do Not,” Ensign, Oct. 1987, 8).

Suicide is a serious problem in our homes, schools, churches, and communities. It does not spare people of any race, religion, age group, gender, sexual orientation, or marital status (see World Health Organization). It is a complicated issue that we don’t fully comprehend. There is seldom a single cause or a simple solution. Whether you struggle with thoughts of suicide, know someone who does, or have lost a loved one to suicide, the resources on this site can help. ( https://www.lds.org/preventingsuicide/?lang=eng )

Because of Jesus Christ and His Atonement, you can find the strength to endure and the hope to heal. Our Savior understands what you are going through and has promised, “I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you” (John 14:18). Our Heavenly Father has also blessed us with family, friends, Church leaders, and professionals who have unique gifts and abilities to help us address our issues. You are not alone.

“God’s love is there for you whether or not you feel you deserve love. It is simply always there.” President Thomas S. Monson    



Friday, June 24, 2016

Stronger Than You Seem

“Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” -A.A. Milne

My husband is constantly telling me how strong I am. Just today he said "You're stronger than you think when you're depressed or grumpy". My response was  "I know but I'm tired of always being strong". It's true. I'm tired of always having to put on a smile when on the inside I feel like I'm dying. I'm tired of letting people around me make me feel like crap and no doing anything about it. I'm tired of feeling alone. I'm tired of being depressed. I wish I could just take a long nap and wake up not feeling tired.

I'm trying to remember that I can beat this. 1 Corinthians 10:13 says "There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it." Now I like to put trial in the place of temptation is this scripture, God will not allow us to suffer any trial about that which we are able to bear. God knows me he knows I can beat it but only with his help. That is something I haven't been doing. I always think I have to be strong and fight this war on my own, but I don't. Nobody does.

Monday, November 16, 2015

Jekyll and Hyde

I haven't written here for a while cause I haven't felt the need to, and things have been crazy. My husband and I made the big move to Utah so I could be closer to my mom, which had helped with my depression a lot. It's great to be able to see my mom daily.

Anyways the reason I'm posting is cause I've reached a breaking point yet again. On Friday morning I received a phone call from my mother. My Grandma had passed away unexpectedly. I was shocked and cried uncontrollably for a couple hours before heading to work. I've been putting on a brave face and trying to support my mom during this hard time. But it hasn't been easy.

As soon as I received that phone call all of my walls that I had built up to protect myself from my depression came crumbling down. All the things that I could've gotten depressed about but didn't came rushing in. I don't think I have ever felt so alone like nobody understands or cares (excluding my husband of course). I didn't eat anything till Friday night and did the same thing again on Saturday. My appetite has left me which is physically unhealthy. It's like my depression is trying to kill me not just emotionally but physically as well. I want to crawl into my bed and cry and never leave.

Over the last few months I have been able to control my emotions but now I can't. I had the steering wheel in my hand and was driving down my road of life just fine. But now this evil monster within me had taken the wheel and is driving me towards the edge of a cliff. I feel like Jeckyl and Hyde one second I'm just me and the next my depression takes over and I loose sight of who I am. I try taking my medication which is supposed to help but it only numbs the pain for a few hours before it all comes rushing back. I only hope I can resume control again before "Hyde" takes over completely.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

My Next Step

One of my favorite Winnie the Pooh characters is Eeyore.














One of the awesome things about Eeyore is that even though he is basically clinically depressed, he still gets invited to participate in adventures and shenanigans with all of his friends. What is amazing is that they never expect him to pretend to feel happy, the never leave him behind or ask him to change, they just show him love. (This is something I wish I had in my life)

He never asks them to include them, they just do it. They love him even though he has depression. When you find out somebody has depression a lot of people tend to start excluding them from activities. That makes everything worse though. A lot of people don't want to be around them because they are depressed, or because they don't want to be brought down by them. I get that. Happiness/laughter is contagious though. As long as you try to include them in the activity it at least lets them know that you care. 

Being excluded from activities, whether its with friend or even family, hurts whether you have depression or not. But it is magnified when you do have depression. For me when I get excluded from things or just not invited I usually end up feeling very depressed, and even resentment towards that certain person. A lot of the time I feel like everybody (excluding some people, you know who you are) secretly hates me. Whether that a fact or not my mind still thinks that because those people exclude me, whether on purpose or not, and it hurts.

I was raised in a home where the girls were expected to be just as strong as the boys. So I constantly feel this need to be that strong girl, and not let anybody see my emotions. That is why I honestly hide in my room a lot. I'm constantly pretending that I'm ok even though I'm not. Sometimes I wish they would notice how torn apart and broken I am. I constantly feel like everybody around me thinks I'm just this lazy girl cause on my days off all I do is lay in bed in my pajamas and watch tv/ play video games. I am not lazy for taking care of my mental health. I need those days to catch up and just breath and not have to think about fighting. Those are the rare days that I get a break.

Sometimes I feel like a mirror that has just been shattered. There are those, like my husband, who see me and help me pick up the pieces and put myself back together again. Then there are those who see me and just walk away. Then there are those who see me and decide to break me up even more.

Everyday I wake up hoping that I wont break that day, and sometimes I don't (rarely). After about 8 years of doing this I'm starting to get tired. It wasn't until a little over 2 years ago that I finally got somebody who would help me pick up the pieces. I am so grateful to have met my husband and he helps me more than anybody on this planet. But I am constantly finding myself standing on the line between giving up and seeing how much more I can take.

Nate is always telling me how strong I am, and most days I don't believe him. My depression makes me feel so weak, because I'm constantly having to rely on medication just to make it through the day. Depression is not a sign of weakness. It means you have been strong for far too long. I've been fighting this war for 8 years. For a little over 5 years of it I had nothing to help me fight it. For the last almost 3 years I have had a husband who has helped me and has introduced me to herbal medications to help me control it. Then 3 days ago I made the decision that all of that was not enough, because I am tired of fighting. I am tired of feeling left out, and feeling like an outsider. So I called a doctor and set up an appointment to see him about my depression. It's a big step and one that I am still nervous about taking, but I know it is the right thing to do. And I am so glad I am getting so much support from my husband, my mom, my sister, and even my mother in-law.