How I’m Being Molded Through Grief

 

Now that that official business had been stated, it’s time to be totally transparent. My life is a beautiful mess….well, sometimes.  I like to think of it as organized chaos.

My youngest son was born with CHARGE Syndrome and although he is doing well health-wise right now, we tend do life on the edge of our seats because we know his health can turn at any moment. Hence his nickname “Light Switch.” Not to mention the onslaught of never-ending appointments and phone calls about IEPS, therapies, insurance, medical supplies and blah blah blah….

My oldest son just started kindergarten and well, all I can say right now is “Bless his heart.” If you’re southern, you’ll get it.

After my son was born in 2013, I fell into a deep depression. I coped with the grief by overextending myself into projects and never saying “No” to a new responsibility.  I dabbled with alcohol and distanced myself from my family and friends.

Months passed and I found myself overwhelmed and unable to continue. Eventually, the weight of my circumstances and my inability to escape the physical pain caused by the grief and depression, led me to become suicidal.

I haven’t written in depth yet, about that story but I hope to soon. I sought help and today, I consider myself a survivor of depression. I still struggle daily to manage my grief and anxiety, but I’m doing so from a place within me of happiness.

My grief has molded my heart in ways I've could have never dreamed.

I’ve found my joy again and with God’s grace and mercy, I’m learning to live my life with the first hand knowledge and belief that everything that God allows is for a greater purpose. My pain has a purpose. My grief has molded my heart in ways I’ve could have never dreamed.

My struggle to find my purpose in my unexpected journey had led me here, to blogging. Where I am finding that my voice, is my best asset.

My hope is to share those passions until they change the lives of the ones affected the most.


Do you or someone you know stayed stressed out all the time? Could you be suffering from anxiety?

  I’ve put together a quick quiz to help you determine if you might need to see a mental health professional for diagnosis and treatment of an anxiety or panic disorder.

Are you or someone you know know stressed? Could you be suffering from an anxiety disorder? Take this anxiety quiz to help you determine if it is time to speak to a specialist.

Disclaimer: This is a screening measure to help you determine whether you might have an anxiety disorder that needs professional attention. This screening measure is not designed to make a diagnosis of an anxiety disorder or take the place of a professional diagnosis or consultation. Please take the time to fill out the below form as accurately, honestly and completely as possible. All of your responses are confidential. Information from Psych Center


I suffered at one point recently, not knowing what was going on with me. I thought I was just a terrible mom with no patience and my children were evil tiny humans determined to drive me bat shit crazy as fast as possible. After a visit to my doctor, I was advised that it was more than likely anxiety coming up from PTSD. yeah, because I needed another diagnosis. The point is, when you know more, you can do more!


Have you ever or do you suffer with a mental disorder? What is your number one go to coping mechanism/tactic?

3 thoughts on “How I’m Being Molded Through Grief

  1. Jana Villemez October 17, 2017 / 12:23 pm

    Your abilities are amazing and sharing
    your vulnerability will give you the most strength! Thanks for taking the risks Casey!

    Like

    • One Well Momma October 17, 2017 / 12:49 pm

      Thank you Jana!

      Like

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