Well, its September. So far, September hasn’t been so bad. We’re 6 days into it and I’ve had one night away from the kids (which was good and sad.. lol. I miss them so much when we’re apart.) I’ve been somewhat stable mentally (just riding this high while I have it) and have had some good conversations.
Yesterday my husband told me that he has been largely effected by my mental illness over the past 6 months. Of course I knew that it would get to him at times… how could it not? However, I didn’t know that it was getting to him so badly. He explained to me that he spends so much time trying to talk me down. My mind goes from one crazy thought to another. He told me he feels an immense amount of pressure having to be the only sane individual in the house. He let it all out. He told me everything. He cried a little… I could feel every word. They were laced with sadness, love and fear. He didn’t want to tell me this because he didn’t want to add to the stress… but it just came out.
My initial reaction was to run. I wanted to just drive… scream…punch a wall. Anything to get my anger out. I was upset with him for holding all of this in for months. I was upset with him for not being stronger than I am ALL of the time… and I was just so sad that I couldn’t get my life together so he could have a better one. These feelings lasted a few moments and then I felt better than I have in a little while.
That probably seems really weird. It is. For one, I felt happy that he took the time to tell me. He risked my fragility to tell me that he was hurting and that it was in part because of me. This told me that he trusts me… and he thinks I’m stronger than I think I am. Or stronger than I think he thinks I am sometimes. I felt like we were partners in this …I can tell him my fears and thoughts and he can tell me his. He can tell me when he’s depressed. There was something so wonderful about being completely open and honest with each other. It actually lifted my mood.
In addition to this feeling… I also felt really relieved. My husband is human, not a super hero. Life can be too much for him too. It validated some things for me. The past year has been REALLY hard. Calling 911 for both of your children in the past 3 months is REALLY stressful whether you have mental issues or not. Seeing your son VERY ill for an extended period of time and then get a rare allergy syndrome diagnosis for your daughter is tough. Postpartum anxiety/OCD and depression…are HARD. Finances and schedules and work… are difficult. These are not just things I torment myself over because I am “crazy.” These are hard for everyone.
Finally, I felt a push. I’d become lazy in my quest to get better. I started to become fearful of my medications again. I started to not trust my doctors… and thought I could make the best decisions for myself. I was reminded in that 30 minute conversation that I am a long way from that place. I need professionals to help me. I need medication. I need therapy. I need to find something that works… soon. I can’t put these things off. Too many people that I love are counting on me to get better. I felt the sense of urgency that my husband felt in that moment and it has stayed with me.
Today has been a good day. I can’t say that about a lot of days. But today, my son was excited about school… my daughter let me get some work done. My coffee was exceptional. The sun was warm. My kids laughed…a lot. I painted with my son after dinner. I took a long shower. I listened to kid songs and sang them with my little ones. I made a conscious effort to keep the peace. It worked.
Thank God for the days that show you that your life can be better than the way you feel your life will ALWAYS be when you’re in your darkest times. Thank God.