W.A.Y.S.

Anxiety. Mild depression. PTSD. Those were the diagnoses given by my therapist. She said the depression was mild because I was still able to get up and go to work everyday. I responded by telling her that I didn’t want to, all I wanted to do was slide out of that cozy chair, onto the floor, and lie on that shag rug indefinitely. That was months ago and I still feel the same way.

I’m one of the millions of Americans who finds my way to the couch accompanied by a box of tissues as This Is Us airs on the television. I could relate to Toby all too well when he fell into a depression after his divorce and couldn’t pull himself out of bed. When his mother walked into his room while he lay in the dark, told him to get up and he said, “I can’t,” I felt that in my spirit; from my hair follicles to the beds of my toenails. It’s graphic, I know, I need you to get it.

You see, this is a post I’ve avoided for a while now because I write about overcoming, and I haven’t overcome this. The anxiety, the mild depression, or the PTSD. I kept thinking, “I have to tell them how to overcome.” I don’t though, I simply have to share that it’s okay not to be okay. I’m preaching to the choir when I say that. Because the thing is, I’ve been here before, but it’s never been this bad.

After the birth of my daughter, I was hit with an awful touch of postpartum, also known as the “baby blues”. It typically happens after childbirth, which commonly include mood swings, crying spells, anxiety and difficulty sleeping. Baby blues usually begin within the first two to three days after delivery, and may last for up to two weeks. However, some mothers experience more severe cases that may last for years! Postpartum depression can even develop into postpartum psychosis, causing mothers to hallucinate or have desires to harm their baby. All from giving birth, mm mm mm. At a time when I was failing miserably trying to keep it together, my step mother spoke those very words to me, “it’s okay to not be okay.” When I tell you it never felt so good to break down, my goodness.

Back then when I was dealing with depression, all I had to do was sit on the couch and let my son make a mess while protecting my newborn daughter from his wrath as she slept and ate. Let’s just say it took him a while to adjust. Today, as I find the strength to gather my bearings, I have to maintain a household, work a full time job, go to class, and help two little humans understand the emotions in their head. The problem with that last bit is that I’m still figuring that part out myself. Things no one tells you about becoming a parent, ha! My kids are the most beautiful, perfect creations I’ve ever laid eyes on. How they view me on the other hand? I’m not sure, but it’s been a rough couple of months. At this point, my guess is Shrek at his kid’s birthday party in Shrek Forever After.

Many of us parents know how Shrek felt in that moment. Everyone calling your name, kids pulling on you, running around, and the noise. The noise, Lord Jesus! We’ve all succumb to the “I’VE HAD IT” yell, but I’ll stand in line alone if no one else is brave enough to admit that their children drive them crazy most days. Some days I ask myself, don’t these kids know they’re the ONLY reason I mustered up enough energy to climb out of bed? That I heard them the first time they asked for juice and they don’t have to ask 22 more times over the course of 10 seconds? That I’m beating myself up because my son told his cousin that my car was messy (even tho he made the mess)? That the laundry is to the sky and we’re running late every morning because I just can’t get up? That I just want to sit and not move again because for the life of me I just can’t figure out how to keep going, and I just need a minute? And I should be okay, I have a good life, but I just can’t. get. up.

But I do. I gather up every ounce of strength and energy I can find in my body and I face the day. And I swear to God it’s the hardest thing I do everyday. When the day is over I want to death drop to the floor like a Dancing Doll. While I haven’t overcome this yet, the anxiety, the depression, or the PTSD, I will. Here’s what’s helping in the meantime:

Give yourself permission to not be okay. It’s okay. You aren’t crazy. You’re only one woman, and you aren’t supposed to be doing this alone. You have a lot on your plate, you’re being strong for so many. It’s okay to feel sad, it’s okay to cry, it’s okay to feel it. And it’s okay to not know why you’re crying, I’ve been there too.

Pick something. I don’t know about you, but when depression and anxiety come knocking, I find my home in my bed. When I’m in the bed, I’m not cleaning (or doing anything else for that matter). When I’m not cleaning, my house is a mess. When the house is a mess, I can’t function. This cycle sends my anxiety into overdrive and the next thing I know I’m running back to my front door for the third time because I can’t remember if I locked it and overthinking the way someone blinked when they told me good morning. This can go on everyday for months, and it has. In an effort to regain control over my life I have decided to wash the dishes every night, mostly because I don’t want roaches, but I think that’s a good enough reason. What I’ve noticed is that when I clean when the kitchen, I’m more inclined to clean the rest of the house. When the rest of the house is clean, I work and sleep better. IT SAVES TIME! No more throwing laundry in the air to find matching items. It’s great. It’s peaceful. What’s your one thing? Keeping your car clean? Keeping your brows fleeky? Doing your daughter’s hair every Sunday? 15 minutes of scheduled quite time (even if you’re sitting in the car)? Pick one thing, make it your bitch, and see how you feel after getting in the habit of doing something good for yourself again.

Love on those babies. If I’m being honest, as much as mental illness haunts us, our kids are the ones who suffer. When I’m depressed, I just want to be left alone, subsequently distancing myself from my babies. We can always find a problem to focus on, pain to wallow in, but when I take a moment to be present with my children, I’m at peace. When I take a moment to color with my son and notice his artistic ability, I’m at peace. When my daughter grabs my cheeks and gives me a kiss, I’m at peace. When we’re snuggled up on the couch and my phone is out of reach, the world is quiet. Maybe what I’m really saying here is, let your babies love on you; nothing feels better than those snuggles. You need the love and they do too.

Seek help if you need it. I knew I needed help when I bought my kids’ dinner table into my room. When we stopped leaving the house on the weekends. When I started having nightmares again. Honey, there isn’t enough wine in the world, okay? Notice that “pray it away” isn’t listed. I love the Lord and He heard my cry, but there is a reason life coaches, counselors, therapists, and psychotherapists exist. How much does it suck that venting to our best friends aren’t included in that list? Nonetheless, talk to them and other’s who genuinely care for you if you’re about to burst. But let me tell you, there’s nothing better than spilling your guts to someone who is trained and licensed in listening to your problems with the purpose of helping you navigate healing without judgement. Again, I say, without judgement. It’s literally their job. Many jobs even offer Employee Assistance Programs (EAP), which include at least one free session per life event. Now, don’t be silly and pass up on a free therapy session. What are you waiting on?

If you saw me at the grocery store with my kids, I would look completely sane. If you took a scroll down my social media, you’d find smiles and laughter. If I listed my accomplishments, you may think “she has no reason to be sad”. But you see, that’s the thing about depression, it can be completely biological and have absolutely nothing to do with your circumstances. It can be hereditary and slap you in the face one day, but your mother (or father) hid it so well you never had a clue it was floating in your DNA. Talk about a plot twist!

So, what am I trying to say here? What’s the point of me telling you I’m depressed, anxious, and I have nightmares? Especially if I don’t have a remedy, right? The truth is, I don’t know, and as a black woman it’s taboo for me to share any of that. However, this topic has been on my heart. As I write, I think about how my mother felt as she was raising me, and my grandmother as she was raising my mom. We all became mothers around the same age. Were they depressed? How did they deal with it without collapsing? Did they collapse? I wish they would have shared! I think about how an elder may have reacted if my mother or grandmother approached them and said, “I’m depressed, I can’t get out of the bed. Can you take the kids for a couple of days?” I can only imagine some annoying, cliche response like “shouldn’t have had them babies”, “you’re just tired”, or “honey, that’s just the devil”. I wonder if a similar post would have helped them in any way. I share partially because I know someone out there needs to know that they aren’t alone. Too many mothers are struggling and feeling alone in navigating their mental illness, as if navigating motherhood isn’t hard enough. I also share in hopes of compelling you all to check on your single mom friends and family members. Hell, moms periodT! I feel like most of us are going crazy, but hey, that could just be me.

If you’re a mother reading this and no one else tells you, I hope you know that it’s okay. It’s okay to be depressed, it’s okay if you’re anxious, it’s okay if you have postpartum. You aren’t a monster, you aren’t bitter, and you aren’t crazy. It’s okay to seek help, it’s okay if you need meds to get yourself under control. Yes, meds. Would you tell Aunt Bertha not to take her blood sugar medicine? No! So, I don’t wanna hear it! We can’t take care of anyone if we aren’t taking care of ourselves.

Please, feel free to take a listen to the song below. It’s called WAYS by Jhene Aiko, it gets me through those hard days.

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8 thoughts on “W.A.Y.S.

  1. Amazing story…i can relate
    I still go through anxiety sometimes but I’m still praying pushing and smiling. Keep doing what your doing, you are touching mind, hearts and souls. You have most definitely touched mines.

  2. This post was very transparent and I appreciate that. Thank you for opening up your life to us and sharing this. You have a lot of strength, I don’t know how I would muster up enough energy to do it all while being mentally ill. I look forward to more of your writing.

  3. Thanks for being so transparent. I understand so wholeheartedly because I go through the same thing I just haven’t slowed down to talk to anyone. Thanks for the push to know that it is okay.

  4. I too suffered depression for years after the girls were born. I remember having to stay tough and strong on the outside for everyone around me while slowly dying on the inside. I remember some days being better than others. I remember being looked at like I was crazy and making it all up when it finally came out that I was depressed. I remember crying for no reason. I remember looking at girls and wanting them to just be quiet and leave me alone. I remember! I appreciate you sharing and you have given me the strength to share too. Always remember that I am here to help because although some days I still have a little of it that lingers, I feel as if I have overcome the worse part! Thanks again love!

  5. Lady this transparency is giving me life. To often we feel the need to just “be strong” even when the world around us is collapsing. When we are the world and we are collapsing. I am currently dealing with this as well and I understand all to well the need to push your kids away shut your door and just give up. The last few months of 2018 were rough for me I went through it and I tried my damndest not to let it affect my job or my house but it did. I thought that I was putting on a really good face but I wasn’t. Only 4 people knew where I was mentally and they checked on me daily to make sure I was making it through the day. If we stick together and talk to each other than maybe just maybe we can make it yet another day. I’m proud of you for getting up everyday no matter what it looked like. You never gave up, you have a will to fight so keep it up. You got this beautiful queen!!!!

  6. We need this! This is so important to discuss with moms. We need to be in tune with our emotions and do what is best for us to cope and function as human beings and awesome mamas. Thanks for sharing!

    xoxo Lani

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