Breaking the Silence

Mental Illness Awareness week is being observed during this week. My friend LS told me about a synchroblog (a blog where numerous bloggers blog on the same topic) which can be found at This month’s synchroblog topic is Mental Illness Awareness so they are asking bloggers to share how they and their families have been affected by mental illness. So for my Day 7 of the #write31days challenge, I have decided to do just that.

“I think I am going to have a nervous breakdown” I cannot begin to tell you how these ten words grate on my nerves. For me it is like fingernails on a chalkboard. I want to turn to the person who ignorantly has said them and reply with “No, you don’t want to. I can tell you all about what it is like.” You see, my mom had a nervous breakdown right after my younger sister was born. (She is three years younger than me) So I haven’t known anything different.  I would say that at least once a year, Mom ended up in the hospital. I remember spending a lot of time with other family members.

Growing up, my sister and I were pretty hush-hush about Mom’s illness. We saw and knew the stigma that came with it. Our parents divorced my sophomore year of high school. It was the first time we really saw our Dad cry. I will never forget the words he spoke to us that day, “It isn’t that I don’t love your Mom anymore. It’s that I cannot handle this illness.” Even after hearing those words and in the midst of the divorce, we kept pretty quiet about Mom’s illness. In fact, it wasn’t until after I graduated high school and went to work at SuperAwesomeBibleCamp that I finally opened up about Mom’s illness. What a freeing moment that was! And now I find it is so very important for me to share our story…to help break the stigma and educate about mental illness.

A few years ago, I had found a writing group at the local library and was so very excited to find an outlet for writing outside my job. (I work at a church and preach about once a month or so!) I write everything from poetry to short stories. Often times those poems and stories are my prayers to God so Mom often is featured or a topic of my poems. I will never forget one night when I went to the writing group and was sharing a poem I had written to Mom and to God about the illness. An individual at the group verbally jumped at me and began asking why I was writing about Mom, if she knew etc. I left that group that night in tears. Looking back now, I understand that this dear soul probably had had her own journey with mental illness and my words reopened a wound that this individual didn’t want to open up. I never saw that individual again, but my prayer is that maybe my words at least brought some healing or wholeness to her life.

I share this story knowing that we need to be more open about sharing our stories of mental illness. Mental illness and depression affect more people than we care to admit. The truth is we don’t do a very good job of sharing our stories, yet that is why I have become more open and vocal about our story. Yes, there have been times when Mom couldn’t be the Mom we wanted or needed her to be because of the illness. But she has always been there for us. She is one of the most faith-filled women I have ever known. She has taught me more about life and living than anyone else that I can think of. And I say that having seen her at her lowest lows and her highest highs.

I will admit that there have been times when I wished that this illness wasn’t a part of my story or my family’s story. However it is because of our story that I have been able to bless others with our story. The Holy Spirit has this incredible way of appearing at the right times and places! And it is also because of our story, that I now know that it is an important part of who I am, who my family is and especially who my Mom is! To be honest, Mom has NEVER let her illness get in the way of who God has created her to be.

And so as I close, I am pausing to say a prayer for all those who daily struggle with mental illness and their families especially for my mom. Will you join me in praying for them as well?

This post is also part of an October synchoblog. Below is a list of other Synchroblog participants:

5 thoughts on “Breaking the Silence

  1. I hate that saying too. People don't understand that "having a nervous breakdown." is a real thing, and not just a flippant comment to use when having a stressful day. Prayers for you and your family. thank you for sharing your story.

  2. another excellent reflection—so happy you chose this topic! So sad about casual, inaccurate use of "nervous breakdown" and of OCD, bipolar, etc. So cool about that writing group, though I remember your telling us about it before. I need to find something like that, to encourage me to write more often, write better, maybe even try poetry, fiction, and other genres.

  3. I have so many feelings after reading this and the biggest of them is a resounding can be summed up in three words — Yes! Thank you! I'm also in that group of people who hate the flippant way people throw around phrases like "having a nervous breakdown" because it just means that they don't. get. it. In some ways, I feel even more strongly about people who moan, "I'm SOOOO depressed" when what they actually mean is "whatever is currently happening to me has got me seriously bummed" which is an entirely different thing from actually experiencing the darkness of depression. I'll spare you my rant on OCD, but suffice to say that my mom had severe OCD.

    Thank you for sharing your heart on this and for loving your mom despite her illness. I'll admit, it's hard for me to have the same feelings about my mom and I worry that my own children will mirror my feelings toward my mom when they think of me someday. God bless you, my friend.

  4. Living with a bi-polar spouse has taught me so much about mental illness, more so than I ever wanted to know. It's so so difficult yet I love my husband more than words can say. Praying for all those afflicted.

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