Share a story about someone who had a positive impact on your life.
During my postpartum psychosis and depression, when I would get up to leave the house in the morning I always intended to end up in the river. I could see it. I dreamt about it. It played over and over and over again in my mind. After two years of hell I was done.
But…
Every time I put my hand on the door handle, a little voice in my head said, “I need you. I’m going to need you; not another woman, not dad. You.
I couldn’t abandon my baby.
Every day it was the same. I put my hand on that door handle, the same intentions in mind, my determination lost after another day of devastation. But every day, Isaac asked me to come home.
My son saved my life even at a time where I was lost and emotionally and affectionately unavailable to him.
Today was my first Mother’s Day without him here with me. That was 18 years ago. He’s never left my side, and when I called him today crying, I apologized, and he said, “Don’t apologize for crying. It’s a sign of strength remember?”
I taught him that.
As he prepares to graduate, I can’t believe I made it.
Thank you Isaac. I miss you dearly and hope to see you soon. Don’t ever give up. You wouldn’t let me…
We will adapt. 