Forgiveness is about stopping our past from dictating our present, recognizing that our past experiences shape who we are.

As I scrolled through my Facebook feed, I stumbled upon a post from a friend that took me back to my grade school days. She had shared the Act of Contrition with her daughter, the same prayer I was taught in a Catholic school over 50 years ago. I remember reciting, “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned…” but the details of the prayer have faded. This prayer expresses remorse for our wrongdoings, a sentiment I deeply connect with, even if I no longer recount my sins to a priest. I’ve found my own way to seek forgiveness, believing that God’s presence isn’t confined to a church.

Here’s the thing: I’ve made mistakes as a wife and mother. Yes, I’ve apologized and sought forgiveness from God and my family. But I’ve learned that forgiving oneself is just as important. Apologizing and making amends are essential steps in healing and warding off resentment in any relationship.

Why apologize, you might ask? From my experience, a sincere apology not only eases the burden from my shoulders but also brings immediate relief. It’s about clearing the air, not letting bad feelings linger. Psychologist Guy Winch, author of “Emotional First Aid,” says an effective apology heals both the recipient and the one who’s apologizing by dissolving guilt.

An apology must be genuine, and it should lead to a change in behavior. It’s not just about saying sorry; it’s about understanding the hurt caused and working to ensure it doesn’t happen again.

Reflecting on my 39-year marriage, I remember the early days filled with conflicts. My husband would quickly apologize for his missteps, but I was more interested in seeing a change in his behavior. Saying sorry is easy; the real challenge is in taking the time to understand the hurt and actively working to prevent it in the future.

Forgiveness has been our greatest gift to each other. It’s about freeing ourselves from the shackles of resentment, breaking down the walls built by anger and negativity. Forgiveness is about stopping our past from dictating our present, recognizing that our past experiences shape who we are.

Forgiveness doesn’t always start with letting go of resentment, but once you embrace it, resentment loses its grip on you. I’ve realized that I can’t control others, including family members, but I can choose how I react. By practicing honesty, self-expression, and forgiveness, I’ve found that resentment has no place or power in my life.

In a recent conversation with a friend curious about personal preparations before marriage, I emphasized the significance of addressing past wounds and cherishing one’s inner child. I advised her to confront and heal unresolved parental issues, highlighting the importance of nurturing our inner child throughout adulthood.

Irrespective of our age, there resides within us a young child longing for love and acceptance. My personal journey reflects this. Losing my mother just before I turned twenty was a profound challenge. It wasn’t until years later, amidst a health scare in 1996, that I confronted these deep-seated emotions. Facing my own fears during a medical procedure, I connected with my mother’s struggles with breast cancer. In that vulnerable moment, I forgave her and sought forgiveness for any pain I might have caused. This cathartic experience helped me release a heavy emotional burden.

I later realized that unaddressed emotional wounds can inadvertently influence our future relationships. Reflecting on my past, I recognized a pattern where I was drawn to partners mirroring aspects of my mother’s challenging temperament. Despite my mother’s critical and sometimes harsh demeanor during my upbringing, it wasn’t until adulthood that I understood her actions were not a reflection of my worth but a manifestation of her own struggles.

The concept of nurturing one’s inner child became clear to me after recognizing numerous unresolved issues from my childhood. As a child, I often felt that any misstep was a personal failure, leading to a constant pursuit of perfection in the hope of earning my mother’s affection. This belief system persisted until my mother’s passing, after which my relationship with my father, who had been more reserved during her life, blossomed.

In my journey towards independence, I discovered the internal parent-child dynamic as described by Louise Hay. I realized that our internal dialogue often involves a critical parent figure admonishing the child within. Recognizing this, I worked towards fostering a more nurturing internal parent voice.

Healing the inner child involves embracing and accepting every facet of ourselves, including our flaws and past mistakes. Love, I’ve found, is a powerful healing force. It allows us to shed light on our darkest memories and bring understanding and forgiveness. This process of loving and forgiving our inner child can profoundly impact our well-being.

My journey of forgiving my mother was pivotal in releasing past burdens and enhancing my roles as a parent and spouse.

Regardless of gender or perceived strength, we all have a vulnerable child within us, seeking affection and care. If you’re contemplating settling down, it’s crucial to resolve past conflicts and practice self-forgiveness and love.

These days, I consciously indulge my inner child with simple joys like treats, laughter, and playful activities. I often remind myself: “I am perfect, whole, and complete, just as I am.” Repeating this affirmation helps in releasing past traumas and embracing a more wholesome future.

As the clock ticks towards midnight this New Year’s Eve, a time when reflections and resolutions take center stage, my thoughts are swirling in a bittersweet dance. Yes, the year blessed me with cherished moments – the laughter of my daughters filling the air, the thrill of exploring new places four times over. Yet, amidst this mosaic of memories, there’s a shadow, a subtle, unspoken ache that lingers – ambiguous grief. It’s a feeling hard to articulate, like a whisper in the wind, there but not quite tangible. I won’t dive into the specifics, but let’s unravel this enigma together. Perhaps, you too have felt its elusive touch as one year folds into another.

Ambiguous grief is a journey through a landscape shrouded in fog, where the usual signposts of loss and recovery are obscured. Unlike the clear-cut sorrow of losing a loved one to death, ambiguous grief is the heartache of loss without closure. Imagine grappling with a loved one’s disappearance, living with someone lost in the depths of dementia, or the aching void left by a relationship that abruptly ends without explanation. It’s a psychological tightrope, balancing between presence and absence, where the loved one is neither fully here nor completely gone.

This type of grief plays tricks on the heart and mind. It manifests in a whirlwind of emotions – anger, confusion, depression, and a relentless yearning for answers. The unique pain of ambiguous grief lies in its lack of societal recognition; there are no rituals for the ‘not quite gone,’ no condolences for the ‘half lost.’ It’s a silent struggle, often borne alone.

But, in this murkiness, there is also a profound lesson in resilience. Coping with ambiguous grief requires a redefinition of hope and acceptance. It’s about finding support in unexpected places, be it through counseling, support groups, or shared stories. It’s about adjusting the lens through which we view loss and reassembling the pieces of a shattered reality into something new and meaningful.

Ambiguous grief, in all its complexity, speaks to a truth we often forget: that life, love, and loss are rarely black and white. It challenges us to navigate shades of gray, to find peace amidst the unresolved, and to embrace the strength that comes from weathering the unknown. In a world that craves certainty, ambiguous grief teaches us the power of living with uncertainty and the grace of letting go, even when we can’t quite say goodbye.

Before I bid farewell to 2023, I’m setting the stage for a transformative journey. Beginning tomorrow, I embark on a 21-Day Journaling Inner Adventure. It’s more than a resolution; it’s a commitment to self-exploration and growth. Join me on this journey to unlock new perspectives and embrace the power of reflection. Let’s turn the page together!

 

 

In a world brimming with negativity—from the driver who rudely cuts me off to the endless tirades on social media and those who thrive on drama—finding calm in the storm is an art form, a skill in the quest to protect our inner peace. My journey is about mastering this art, about not allowing the darkness of others to dim my light. It’s about recognizing the onset of anger and stopping it in its tracks. Join me as I explore the transformative power of setting boundaries, the art of disengagement, the practice of mindfulness, the importance of protecting my energy and detaching with love. Learn how these strategies can fortify your peace against the assault of negativity. Because in the end, staying zen amidst chaos is not just a choice but a lifestyle, a continuous practice that strengthens with each challenge faced.

My goal is to preserve my serenity and not allow others’ negativity to poison my day. I want to stop anger before it even has a chance to take root.

Being zen in the face of negativity is important to me, and it begins with self-awareness. How do these situations make me feel? What can I control in these situations? Once I understand my reactions and limits, I can start to safeguard my inner peace.

Here are a few strategies I’ve started implementing:

  • The Power of Boundaries: Clear, strong boundaries are my best defense against troublesome people. I decide what behaviors I will and will not tolerate and communicate those limits firmly.
  • Choose Disengagement: Trying to reason with toxicity often backfires. The wise choice is to not engage – a simple “I’m not comfortable with this conversation” can work wonders.
  • Practice Mindfulness: I pay attention to my reactions in the moment – is my heart racing, is my jaw tensing? Deep breathing and other mindfulness techniques can help diffuse these physical signs of stress.
  • Protect My Energy: I’m often intuitive about people who drain me. I’m aware of that emotional exhaustion – it’s my internal signal to limit time and exposure to that individual.
  • Detach with Love: Sometimes, the kindest thing I can do for myself and those around me is to step back emotionally. Detaching with love doesn’t mean I don’t care, but rather that I recognize I’m not responsible for fixing others’ problems or saving them from their bad choices. It allows me to maintain compassion without becoming engulfed in the negativity.

Negative people have the power to throw me off balance, but I don’t have to let them. By cultivating inner peace, setting strong boundaries, and prioritizing my well-being, I can protect myself. Staying zen, as much as possible, is a skill that keeps improving with practice – just like any other. The more I do it, the stronger I become in my resolve to shield myself from chaos.

The phenomenon of estrangement, especially involving adult children cutting ties with their parents, has been making headlines, with 29% of Americans reporting estrangement from an immediate family member. Approximately 27% have chosen to sever relationships for an average duration of 4.5 years. A significant 85% have maintained ‘no contact’ for at least a year, and 95% of these estrangements are initiated by the adult child. Notably, while daughters more commonly initiate estrangement, the breakdown between parents and sons tends to last longer. This trend is not limited to the U.S. but is evident across the Western world. The article aims to offer unique perspectives on this issue, inviting viewers to share their thoughts while maintaining a respectful dialogue.

Coping with the heartache of no contact or estranged adult children can be a profound challenge. Here are insights and strategies to navigate this difficult path:

  1. Acknowledging Your Feelings: First, it’s important to recognize and validate your emotions. Whether it’s sadness, anger, confusion, or a mix of these, accepting your feelings is a crucial step in the healing process.

2. Seeking Support: You don’t have to face this alone. Consider joining support groups or seeking therapy. Connecting with others who understand your experience can provide comfort and practical advice.

3. Focusing on Self-Care: Prioritize your well-being. Engage in activities that bring you joy and relaxation. This could include hobbies, exercise, meditation, or simply spending time in nature.

4. Setting Boundaries: If the estrangement is causing you distress, it may be necessary to set boundaries for your mental health. This might include limiting your exposure to situations that remind you of the estrangement.

5. Reflecting on the Relationship: Sometimes, reflecting on the relationship can provide insights. Consider the dynamics that led to the estrangement. This isn’t about assigning blame, but understanding the context.

6. Exploring Forgiveness: Forgiveness doesn’t mean forgetting or condoning what happened. It’s about finding peace and letting go of bitterness. This is a personal journey and takes time.

7. Creating New Connections: Building new relationships or strengthening existing ones can provide a sense of belonging and support.

8. Respecting Their Decision: It can be hard, but respecting your child’s decision to remain estranged is important. This doesn’t mean giving up hope, but it does mean acknowledging their autonomy.

9. Holding onto Hope: While the current situation might be painful, it’s okay to hold onto hope for a future reconciliation. People change, and time can heal many wounds.

10. Writing a Letter: Sometimes, writing a letter to your estranged child (even if you don’t send it) can be therapeutic. It allows you to express your feelings and thoughts in a safe space.

Coping with estrangement is a journey, often marked by ups and downs. Remember, it’s okay to seek help and give yourself time to heal. Your feelings are valid, and with time and support, you can navigate this challenging chapter of your life. Remember to continue to love your child from a distance.

Here are resources for Estranged Parents:

1. Podcast
The Reconnection Club Podcast by Tina Gilbertson

2. YouTube community for Estranged Parents

A mother who lost a child often cries out over insensitive remarks. I have heard it countless of times. Consider this conversation from a mother who thought a well-meaning friend was insensitive.

Don’t they know? Of course these wonderful, concerned, well-meaning friends don’t know. They can only guess how I feel. They haven’t personally known (thank God) the disbelief, the shock, the anger, the depression that has filled my heart and soul since my child died. They don’t know that the words I need to hear are, ““I know you must be hurting terribly. You had such a good life together, the pain must be awful. You need to express your anger, your frustration. I know it must be hard for you to believe that God is a loving God who will support you through this horrible tragedy.” They can’t know words aren’t necessary, that just being there, holding my hand, crying with me, or listening to me would be much more comforting than words they feel they must say.

I don’t think they are insensitive. They just don’t know how to comfort or are uncomfortable in facing a person who lost a loved one.

Even one can experience grief in the loss of a presidential candidate in an election.

One often suffers temporary emotional pain in response to loss of anything that is very important to us. Here, losing a dream where we looked up to potential leaders of our country who hold our future and the future  of our children. The pain is a normal internal feeling one experiences in reaction to a loss—the defeat of a candidate in the elections. The winning of certain candidates even made the pain worse in the senatorial slate, which is mostly political dynasties or familiar names.

The defeat of your candidate hurts. This is a loss of a dream you nurtured in your mind for the love of country. It is okay to cry. There is a normal reaction to loss. It is not a sign of weakness. I needed to tell myself that: feel, acknowledge, and express my emotions with an attitude of acceptance and compassion. The time will come when you can handle it with a sense of loving acceptance.How do you fare when you come across a bereaved? What do you say? You don’t say “Life should go on”. The grief journey is a process and when a loss or death is just so recent, mourning and moving on is not possible.

Do not ask them to deny their tears. Allow them to wash their inner wounds and speed the healing of their heart. In time, life goes on.

Grief is cyclical, much the same way the seasons change. Saying “life should go on” when grief is so fresh is like diminishing the grief of these victims.

Not everyone will follow the same journey. Some move on to their new life (without their loved one) ahead than others. The bereaved, in their own individual ways, gradually get better at bearing their loss. Mainly, the pain simply softens with the passage of time.

Moving on means that we live a new normal, never forgetting the love and memories of our beloved. Moving on says nothing about forgetting our loved one, not missing them or not wishing they were still with us, many years after the death. It says we will think and feel differently about having lost him or her.

Here are other words that are not comforting to those who have lost a loved one:

“It’s a good way to die.”
Don’t they know there is no good way for a child to die? Can’t they understand there’s nothing good about his being snatched away from our life?

“Remember, everything is God’s will.”
Don’t they know I can’t understand how God could cause me such despair? Don’t they understand that I can’t accept this as God’s will?

“All things work together for good for those who love God.”
Don’t they know I’m not sure I can love a God who robbed me of my child? Can’t they understand I’m very angry at God, who treated me so unfairly?

“Your child is better off. He’s gone to Heaven, where he will have eternal peace.”
Don’t they know I can’t be relieved to know Hess in Heaven when I ache so to have him back? Can’t they understand that his death is an injustice, not a godsend?

“Count your blessings.”
Don’t they know that in this state of mind I can’t in my wildest dreams consider all this pain, this anger, this emptiness, this frustration a blessing?

“If you look around you, you’ll find someone worse off than you are.”
Don’t they know right now I can’t imagine anyone worse off than I am?

“Think of all your precious memories.”
Don’t they know how much it hurts to live with nothing more than memories? Can’t they understand that because our love was so great, the pain is more intense?

“Keep your chin up.”
Don’t they know how hard it is to do that when I really want to cry, to wail, and to scream at the injustice that has been dealt me?

“You must put it all behind you and get on with your life.”
Don’t they know we don’t hurt by choice when our children die? I haven’t met a bereaved parent yet who wasn’t really weary of hurting.

“Time will heal.”
Don’t they know how time is dragging for me now, that every minute seems like an hour and every hour like a day? Can’t they understand how frightening it is to face the rest of my life without my child?

“If there’s anything I can do, let me know.”
Don’t they know they shouldn’t wait for me to ““let them know?” Can’t they understand that my mind is so numb I can’t even think of what needs to be done?

I know I will embarrass my husband with this post. I wrote this list a couple of years ago but I just want to revive this for Valentine’s day. He tells me that his friends read my blog but I assure him I only write the good stuff. haha.

butch and I
For now, Let me count the ways:

1. I love the way my husband smiles across the room as I sit down and write this entry. To this day, my husband gazes at me lovingly (on random moments) as if it’s the first time he met me. As if I am the most attractive woman in the world.

2. I love my husband’s persistence. He refused to let me go when I told him that “I have had enough. I want a separation”. With courage and love, we got our second wind.

3. I love his courage to change, the way he let go of unhealthy behavior patterns as we worked on achieving our new normal after the death of Luijoe.

4. I love living with him one day at a time which requires so much faith in us. We don’t look back at the past unless healing from the past is part of today’s work. We look ahead to make future plans. We focus on this day’s activity, living it to the best of our ability.

5. I love that we sit down and laugh over our favorite show, or laughing together at the silliest things on TV.

6. I love the way my head fits nicely on his chest when we cuddle in front of the TV set.

7. I love that he does the grocery every weekend.

8. I love the warmth of his hands as we hold hands in the mall.

9. I love those random wet kisses even if I tell him “not now, the kids!”. The random display of affection in front of my horrified girls who often shriek ““Dad, Mom..no!” Their disgusted looks are priceless.

10. I love the way he took care of me at the hospital when I broke my leg and needed surgery. I had already left him that time and insisted that I live with him.

11. I love the affirmation. He assures me that I am beautiful even during those days I feel ugly or just having a bad hair day.

12. I love his frugal nature even if it means buying roses close to midnight of Valentine’s day.

13. I love our inner child moments when we play with our imaginary cats in “Neko Atsume”. It’s just good that we can giggle and let our hair down more often now.

14. I love to reminisce over our love story and the ups and downs that came along in our marriage. We like to look back and laugh at our stupid mistakes.

15. I love that he allowed me to own a pet cat knowing that he is allergic to cat fur.

16. I love the fact that he tries to treat everyday as Always Valentine’s Day.

17. I love watching the sunset with him while holding hands along Manila Bay.

18. I love our emails. I always close my email or chat with ““your loving wife”, or ““love and kisses” or ““your sexy wife” ““love you”. In turn he affirms my email with ““Dear Loving Wife..” or ends our chat ““see you , dear or I love you”. We never tire of saying sweet nothings to each other.

19. I love the daily text messages that affirms his love for me. And vice-versa, of course.

20. I love the recipe books that he regularly buys me.

21. I love the way he pretends to be shocked when I suggest something “sensual”.

22. I love random romantic moments. Buying me flowers when there is no occasion. Butch rarely buys me flowers but there are those days when he buys a bouquet just because.

23. I love our movie dates and munching popcorn. Just being there , holding hands and acting as if we are still steadies on a date.

24. I love his endearment to me which is calling me a punk. I don’t know why he calls me punk but I find it such an original endearment. I admit I can be a punk and a bitch.

25. I love that the good stuff I listed above more than surpass his annoying ways.

There are more than 25 ways my husband shows his love to me. We often say that we will love each other till eternal life. Our wedding vows are ““till death do us part” and should end there. Our belief that our son is in heaven gives us hope for eternal life. We look forward to more loving years of togetherness.

There is nothing abnormal about having the “holiday blues,” which are more like a mood than any sort of lasting condition. Depression, anxiety, and other psychological symptoms are associated with the holidays because this season brings back memories of a happier time in our lives.

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A few Christmases ago, I received an email from my husband about how he suddenly felt pangs of holiday blues hitting him once again. For the past years, the Christmas season has been a dreaded holiday for my husband. When he is in that mood, he can’t stand those Christmas carols, bombarding him from the car stereo, malls, restaurants and even in our own home. Like most of us, the holidays bring pleasant memories, laughter, family togetherness, the element of surprise, and lots of holiday cheer. Holiday blues hit those wishing to recapture feelings associated with past , real or fantasized past holidays.

I know my husband is not alone and thought of some of you who may feel the holiday blues.

Who gets affected by the holiday blues?

  1. Victims of disaster areas. For instance, those who lost their homes and work because of Typhoon Odette.

    Photo source: Twitter account of VP Leni Robredo. Scene is from Cebu

2. Families of overseas workers. They see other happy families who are together on Christmas day and wonder when they will be all together one Christmas day. The song, I’ll Be Home for Christmas is a classic for all those living from a distance.

3. Soldiers, doctors, nurses and medical staff who have to work on Christmas day.

4. Those who have recently lost a loved one.

5. Couples who are estranged or are apart during the holidays. Now we know where the song, Pasko na Sinta ko is dedicated to.

6. Individuals who are single and lonely and see other couples so sweet and cuddly as they walk past them.

7. Those who experience financial pressures on the holidays including purchase of gifts, clothes and party items.

8. Those who experience unrealistic expectations from friends, church or work associates to take part in seasonal activities outside of your normal routine.

9. Those who feel conflicting family expectations and demands that create guilt and resentment.

and many more who are separated from loved ones, because of death, distance and illness.

My beloved son, Luijoe and my two girls

That night I gave my husband a hug as we cuddled in bed , then told him that I have been writing the Holiday Blues and Coping and Surviving Christmas on the month of December for the past years. I fired up my browser and read those two entries to him. He smiled. “your entries are still relevant even if it is old”. What caught his attention is this portion:

You or your loved one might have a temporary spell of the blues without knowing it. There is nothing abnormal about having the “holiday blues,” which are more like a mood than any sort of lasting condition. Depression, anxiety, and other psychological symptoms are associated with the holidays because this season brings back memories of a happier time in our lives.

Then we talked of our progress the past years, especially in creating new holiday traditions, one of which was to start and take part in comforting other families in grief and even starting this blog.

I continued to cradle my husband in my arms. As I droned on and on, I suddenly heard unearthly sounds of his snoring. He must have felt some bit of comfort knowing that this too shall pass.

Not that I don’t miss my son or feel any holiday blues. I feel the pangs now and then and tears fall. I just say to myself, “this will pass. Go with the flow”. December 5 was my dad’s 13th death anniversary and I feel a tug in my heart but I also recall his booming laughter that never fails to lift my spirits.

Yes, despite the blues, it is still possible to sing ‘Tis the season to be jolly, fa-la-la-la-la.

How you can beat the blues?

First, How will you recognize you have the blues?

holiday bluesHow will you recognize you have the blues?

  • Headaches
  • An inability to sleep or sleeping too much
  • Changes in appetite that cause either weight loss or gain
  • Agitation and anxiety
  • Excessive or inappropriate feelings of guilt
  • Diminished ability to think clearly or concentrate
  • Decreased interest in activities that usually are enjoyable, such as: food, sex, work, friends, hobbies and entertainment.

Second, How does one cope with the Holiday Blues?

blue christmasHow does one cope with the Holiday Blues?

For anyone feeling blue during the holidays can follow some very basic, common sense steps to help in coping with the blues.

  • Take things one day at a time and if need be one hour at a time.
  • Try to maintain a normal routine. Keep doing your normal daily activities.
  • Get enough sleep or at least enough rest.
  • Regular exercise, even walking, helps relieve stress, tension and improve moods.
  • Eat a healthy, balanced diet. Limit high-calorie foods and junk food.
  • Avoid using alcohol, medications or other drugs to mask the pain.
  • Do those activities or things and be with the people that comfort, sustain, nourish, and recharge you.
  • Remember the healthy coping strategies you have used in the past to survive challenges. Draw on these strengths again.

What does one do to feel less blue during the Holidays

There are several things that can help in making it easier to manage the blues.

  • Determine your priorities and establish realistic goals for the holidays.
  • Delegate some responsibilities to others.
  • Take time for yourself.
  • Minimize financial stressors by setting a budget and sticking to it.
  • Enjoy free holiday activities.
  • Think about giving a free gift from your heart. Your time or your presence.
  • Be around supportive people.
  • Volunteer and help someone else.
  • Create a New Holiday Tradition.
  • Find a new place or a new way to celebrate.

Just take baby steps if all these overwhelming.

Source: Holiday Blues – Feeling Sad, Lonely or Depressed During the Holidays?

Image via steamboatcounseling.com

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I started this blog so I could spread the word that the Philippines has The Compassionate Friends , a grief support group for families that have lost a child or a sibling. Aside from its primary mission to assist families toward the positive resolution of grief following the death of a child of any age, it also provides information to help others be supportive. The second mission proved useful to a blogger whose friend’s sibling died of sucide. (NOTE:In my entry, Suicide:How do you say it?, ““Died of suicide” or ““died by suicide” are accurate, emotionally neutral ways to explain the death.)

What a compassionate friend she is! She took time to send me an e-mail asking my advice on how to deal with her close friend’s loss. I just told her this:

The best thing to do is just listen to her without any judgement at all. In short, just be a friend, Be there, If she wants to talk, let her talk. Listen. If you feel like crying, just cry with her. Hold her hand. Hug her. There are no words that can comfort really. Mention the loved one’s name and anecdotes if you have memories…we love to listen to stories of our loved one.

I also offered her some tips when dealing with bereaved family member or friend. True enough, just talking helped her friend and even the friend’s mother. Suicide is the most difficult topic to talk about. I know of a few suicide survivors (bereaved family members) who refuse to even say the “S” word. A trusted friend is what the suicide survivor needs in their early grief, one who is non-judgmental and compassionate. Talking helps relieve the pain.

The suicide survivor usually feels isolated and guilty for not having prevented the death one way or another. Guilt combined with incomprehension is what I think makes suicide different from any other death. It’s very hard to make any sense of it. All the Whys? and What ifs? that you can think of remain with them for such a long time. But the question remains, what causes death by suicide? Could it have been prevented?

suicide-prevention

I don’t have statistics or studies to prove that it can be prevented because there are many factors that might have caused the death (see above image). Let me just tackle one myth which is suicide ideation as a result of mental illness. These are my observations from informal discussion on the topic of mental illness and suicide.

1. There is a stigma on people who have mental illness. Heck , even some Human Resources officers frown upon job applicants and employees taking some sort of anti-depressants or mood disorder drugs. Often, these people are labelled “mentally unstable”. The fact that they are taking medicines show they are helping themselves and are less likely to be “unstable”. What is scary are the undiagnosed mentally ill persons like Charles Roberts,that milkman who killed Amish girls in a school house.

2. Oftentimes, the death was a result of a chemical imbalance that controlled the person; it was not a rational choice. Often a victim of bipolar disorder, also called manic depression, this type of depression results to drastic mood swings. They often get confused and very afraid for years before they finally give in and end their life. With the right medication and enough holisitic therapy, the mental depression can be minimized. Sometimes the medication may not even work for the patient and it’s a matter of regular visits to the psychiatrist to determine the right dose and type of medication.

3. Despair is a sin, the old folks say. Feeling gloomy, and desperate can be easily cured if one has strong spiritual faith. I don’t think so. It might help but remember, a chemically imbalanced brain isn’t wired well. “You will get over it . Don’t lose faith. Keep praying.” are often the words given to the desperate person. But God asks us to help ourselves and seek medical help.

Shame often prevents a person from seeking medical help because of this stigma towards mental illness. And even if they ask for help, the gravity of their problem is minimized as mere despair. Oh yes, I know of one death by suicide from a friend because of this reason alone.

Suicide survivors, like this blogger’s friend, will most likely struggle for many years, to find reasons why her sibling would even consider death by suicide. Were there other available options? What if one of these other options had been considered? All these questions make the grieving process last even longer. However long the process, this search for meaning, safe sharing with others and time, helps diminish the suffering. The sad fact remains that there is so much stigma surrounding death by suicide which is very regrettable. Maybe someday, a suicide survivor will discover it’s safe to share their stories with friends , families and other survivors.

Save a life. Read more on General information about suicide and suicide prevention

For Suicide Prevention Hotline in the Philippines,

The Philippines’ FIRST depression and suicide prevention hotline is now open.

Hopeline PH’s 24/7 hotlines: 0917-558-4673 (Globe)

0918-873-4673 (Smart)

02-88044673 (PLDT)

2919 (toll-free for Globe and TM)

NATIONAL MENTAL HEALTH CRISIS HOTLINE

Dear Luijoe,

It’s been 21 years . 21 years today…

heaven

  • without seeing your impish smile,
  • without receiving wild flowers with a note “I love you so very much, mama”
  • without your gentle reminder to pray
  • without your lectures on parenting,
  • without your crazy jokes
  • without pinching your handsome cheeks

These are all vibrant memories now tucked in my heart, which I stitched back together.

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Oh yes. The tears still stream down my cheeks just like today, because I miss you terribly. Love never died, even if you are gone from my embrace. Seventeen years ago, I felt the world swallowed me up. I thought I could not live with the unbearable, gut-wrenching pain in my heart. At times, I thought I went crazy. I barely survived. I had to find that courage to live because your two sisters and dad needed me. That difficult journey left me literally with a broken heart but not too broken, because why did God give me a second wind in life to make a difference in this mortal world?

Last night I asked your dad what would I be doing right now if you were still here. Definitely not a blogger. You know I only blogged because I wanted to comfort others in pain like me. This pain that will always be part of me for the rest of my life. Look, even VeePress thought my blog dedicated to you is worthy to be an ebook.

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Come to think of it, I would probably still be a stay-at-home- mom until you leave home, like your two sisters did.

I wonder if you would still lecture me on “mom…it is like this..” You and your sisters were the best teachers on parenting that books could not deliver. I learned so much.

Today, I reflect on this new life, this new normal without you. From a zombie-like existence, I chose to live a meaningful life not for myself initially, but because I knew you would have wanted me to choose happiness over misery. This new normal is not anymore for you but for myself.

My new life is so much better. I should feel guilty because I would trade my life in an instant if I could have you back in my arms. But see, I love who I am now ever since you died 21  years ago. I don’t recognize my old self. Back then, my life purpose was to be just a doting mother to you and your two sisters, apathetic to what happened outside our cozy home. How could I ever imagine a life after a death of my precious child? Impossible, but I did. It must be true that you are here with me, your spiritual presence, and just standing by me , encouraging me to move on with my new normal.

Today, I give back this gratitude for the joy of this new life I have been blessed. I hope you are proud of me. I want to be a blessing to others and to my country. I am having the time of my life yet at times face challenges in fighting for a cause like that crying boy, Kian delos Santos, human rights, and other worthy issues. The lessons of the pain brought by your death gave me courage to carry on this fight.

When the going gets rough, I just tell myself, “You can get through this. You have gone through worse. This pain is nothing compared to losing Luijoe”.

So that is how life has been, my Luijoe. Your death gave me courage to continue to fight what is right, that wherever there is life there is hope.

I miss you so much right here where I belong.

I miss for the loss of what a handsome man you would have become (almost 28 years old now, but instead you are forever six years old.).

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I miss the loss of the life I would have if you were here.

I miss those times you would point to that lovely blue and white house where you promised to build one for me in the future. Now that I think of it, this house you promised will come forth in eternal life, when we meet again.

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 For the past 17 years, visiting the cemetery, bringing bouquet and honoring your life is what we can only do.

I will soon be there by your resting place , with a bunch of flowers and a note etched in my heart “I love you so very much, Luijoe”.

Love.
Mama