Why Write This Blog?

I'm not a therapist. I don't have a psychology degree. I've never even taken a psychology class.

But my name was listed in an obituary as a survivor of my mother. I did spend my adolescence watching her unravel. I attended countless family counseling sessions. I can recite the Serenity Prayer by memory. 

So why write this blog? 

My mother, Nancy, once wrote these words in her own journal: "Dear Lord, if it is your will for me to bring some good from my horror I have lived through these years, I need you to give me the strength and energy to be persistent. Help me find the time to volunteer and learn how to help women broken like me. Use me Lord, as your vessel, through me may your will be done. Amen."

I'm writing this blog because I know my mother's life and words can help others struggling with depression and suicidal thoughts and actions. I'm writing this because there are so many people in this world just like me, grappling with the emotions tied to losing a loved one to suicide. 

I'm writing this to prove that no matter how broken a life may be, your shattered parts may just be the very piece someone else needs to repair their own cogs. Tweet This. But you never know until you open up and share what you have, who you are and what you are made of. 

So consider this blog a vessel. I hope you find some comfort in following me as I share my story. 

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About Me:

I am the oldest of four children. I consider my siblings my greatest gift. I was lucky enough to marry a chef, and once a week we invite our entire family over for “Sunday Suppers.” I have a beautiful little girl and she completed our family of five.

On this blog I write about motherhood, my family and suicide prevention. My life is separated into two parts; before and after my mother took her own life.  It was the cataclysmic event that forever shaped the way I view the world. This has also greatly affected the way I mother my own daughter, without her. After her death I realized so many of us in this world are struggling to process the without. This is where I share my story.