6 Traits That Hindered Me from Healing from Grief

(There may be affiliates in this post but I only share the things I love!)

6 Traits That Hindered me From Healing My Grief from One Well Momma

As a believer in Christ, I wholeheartedly believe that that my faith in God’s word has been the biggest proponent for my recovery from depression and healing from my grief. (I don’t believe grief ever goes away entirely, but we are capable of growing through it.) His promise to his children is firm, and unwavering, but how effective is his word if we do not understand it, nor know how to apply it to our daily lives.

Continue reading

5 Lies I Told Myself About Seeking Help

Twitter 5 Lies refig.png

We as moms and caregivers have this unrealistic notion that we do not have the time to care for ourselves. We spend weeks and months, maybe years on end without doing any kind of regular self care activities.

One Well Momma Self Care Ideas for Mothers

We hear all the time “You can’t take care of anyone else if you are worn out or sick.” My

first thought to that is “Why not?” I’ve been doing it for this long already.” 

But the fact is, that likely, until our health becomes a problem or we have a major tragedy, most of us mom’s just don’t get it; the real importance of self care.

 

 

 

After my son was born with multiple, life-threatening abnormalities, I knew I needed to seek therapy. I struggled so long to find a new perspective on my own and I was getting nowhere. I was drowning in my grief and depression and unable to cope with the loss of the child and the life I had always dreamed of having.  – Casey Adams


Here are 5 lies I told myself about getting help with my grief and depression:

Continue reading

10 Self Care Tips for Depression & Anxiety That Actually Work

OWM Blog 10 Self Care Tips
Disclosure: This post may contain affiliate links, which means I may receive a commission if you click a link and purchase something that I have recommended. Clicking these links won’t cost you any extra money. Please check out our disclosure policies for more details. 

One of my favorite things to do that I rarely ever did before suffering with a mental illness, is pamper myself. When you find the right activity for your own self development based on your personality, these self care activities can benefit you in many ways.  The goal is to take the time to to de-stress and unhinge your mind from thoughts that bring feelings of anxiety or depression. If you can do that, while also deepening your self awareness then it’s a huge bonus. Continue reading

Confessions of a Grieving Momma: Part 2 Behind The Mask Of Grief

18953328_10210735132748410_3946987199416300756_o

Life is what you make of it. Some days, it just takes more strength to smile, more patience, more determination, faith, gratitude, more grace to let my light shine through all of the pain. Those are the good days. And then, there are those days, stretched so thin, I can’t escape it.

Everywhere I turn, a family grows, a baby walks, a blessing is snuffed out. What sadness and great loss that can be forever etched in someone’s soul at the hands of someone else. How one traumatic moment can steal

Continue reading

My Writing Begins With My Grief, But My Story Doesn’t

Edit 10/17/2017:

In 2014 I opened this blog to help me through the challenges I faced mentally, as I coped with the changes recently after our youngest son was born. We had no idea until he was born, that he would be so sick. A piece of me died that day and many, many more pieces in the days and months that followed. You can read about his diagnosis here. 

Lost, alone, and broken, I feel deeper and deeper into a “pit of Hell.” The darkness took over the light that once was so bright inside of me.

Gone were the dreams I’d once held; the vision of the life I’d worked so hard to build was destroyed. What was I to do now?

I struggled severely with depression, anxiety, guilt, shame and grief that nearly cost me everything.

pexels-photo-217316

Today, equipped with so many more lessons and more knowledge and more wine… I hated to delete what started it all. I didn’t continue the blog past a few posts, but it was the start for me personally that had shaped who I am today.

 

The dreams and passions stored within hearts are powerful keys which can unlock a wealth of potential.  – John C. Maxwell

 

If you are struggling with grief or depression, know that you are not alone. There is joy left in this world for you and you are capable of finding it again. 

Continue reading

Confessions of a Grieving Momma – Part 3 : Broken In The Darkness

While my faith seems to settle me more for the long term,

I’m looking for something to hold on to today,

because when the sun sets, and the noises of the day are gone, that is when

Continue reading

I Dream of Brothers

IG Brother Quote
I have struggled so much accepting what my children mean to each other since my youngest son was born.  Kolt’s needs and circumstances most often take the forefront, always causing Kash to have to wait.
I so often feel like so many of Kash’s experiences are stolen by Kolt’s needs. Truth be told, I feel like Kolt’s needs have stolen nearly everything. Dreams, relationships, time, experiences, freedoms….the list goes on, but that’s another story. Being such a young child, it’s understandably difficult for Kash to constantly

Continue reading

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 Continue reading

Confessions Tales From a Grieving Momma : Part 1 – The Mind Confounded A Soul Consumed

734358_10200096275543629_1179858349_n

As someone with a back up plan for every backup plan I already had, I could have never planned or prepared myself for where I have found myself today.

I am surrounded by blessings, seen and unseen, and showered daily with God’s mercy, but yet,

I’m devastated. I am devastated that the plans and dreams aren’t going like I’ve worked so hard for them to go.

I’m angry and drowning in my own guilt. Angry because the selfish human in me refuses to accept that this is my new reality and I am guilt ridden because I am a fixer, but I cannot fix this.

Guilty for so many reasons, for the pain and burden of my own circumstances, and how they are flooding over and into the lives of all of those I love. My problems, my consequences are changing their lives forever as well.

Guilty for bringing this sweet child (intentionally or not, this happened because of something that I was exposed to) into this world who will have to work so hard just to be.

He will have to fight for his life just to achieve and maintain everything that everyone else takes for granted. Yes, everything and everyone.

Guilty at how this will affect his older brother. What will have to give sacrifice? He didn’t ask for this. 

I’m suffocating. Suffocating by the overwhelming feeling/need to manage all the responsibilities perfectly and still maintain my sanity.

I’m consumed. I am consumed with grief. Grief over a life lost, over expectations lost, dreams lost.

Daily, sometimes hourly I am reminded of all the expectations lost.(FUTURE POST) There is just as much out there, in the world, as there is right here in my own home, that constantly reminds me how different my life is from where I always thought it would be. EVERY time that realization occurs, it’s like having air sucked right out of my lungs.

Grief eats away at every little bit of hope for today and faith about tomorrow I manage to gain.

Cheated, misled, lost, alone, scared, imprisoned, I could go on and on with words that describe how I feel. Not all are so piercing to the heart to think about. I can look back and see where God was leading me here. I can see time when he was trying to get me to understand and he was preparing me for this journey. He’s been here the whole time, but sometimes, I’m not so eager to listen.


A young mother's journaling of her experience with grief and depression. In this serial post " Part 1, The Mind Confounded A Soul Consumed," she writes uninhibitedly, and with such ferocity about many of the emotions that must cope with while she manages to process through her grief.

I hope I can find purpose in writing about the ugly truths that can arise from the burdens of my grief. Again, not all my truths are ugly, but those are not the ones I’m afraid to talk about either. I eager to testify about all the moments of mercy and grace that God has shown to me.(FUTURE POST)

Having a child with special needs that make him or her medically fragile, is something I’m sure no one would ever ask for. No one asked me for damn sure. (FUTURE POST) I have to have faith that God is preparing me for a greater purpose…preparing me for something in which I could never have prepared myself?(FUTURE POST)

 

As I continue to search for direction and to share my journey, I hope to be able to express my most raw of feelings.

Sometimes, out of the human mind, so confounded with grief, realizations can be harsh and scary to imagine for even for that of a grieving mind, but yet, still be painfully true. These are my confessions. These are my truths. – Casey Adams