This is my personal blog, which is focused on creating peace. Come on in and kick off your shoes! I appreciate feedback and would love your thoughts and comments.
Today is the final day of Mental Health Awareness Month, and I have a lot on my mind. I had already written a blog about mental illness, which I wasn’t able to post because of a technical issue; the following day, 19 children and their teachers were murdered and several others wounded. Suddenly everyone was blaming “mental illness” and I knew there was more to say.
The first time my mom attempted suicide, I was eight years old and my dad was at work. My older brother and sister and I were home with her, when she announced that she had just taken “a whole bunch of pills.” I remember the ambulance being called and my teenage brother getting her to drink mustard water to try to get her to vomit. She was driven away in an ambulance to have her stomach pumped. I've written about my mom before in a prior post a few years back, but something happened recently that has her fresh on my mind.
