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Life Moments #65 – She is Strength

Every woman…..

I know a young woman who is the epitome of strength.

She has endured much in her life. First, she got pregnant at a young age and the father didn’t step up. Then a few years later, she met a man who she married and had a child with, but soon he began stepping out on her. Through all of that, he had her completely convinced that his family was part of the mafia and could have her or her family (parents, siblings) killed at any time. Eventually, she got the courage to end that relationship. When that happened, he skipped out on child support and their daughter. Some years later, she met a man who she made a life with. He was ex-military, a decent provider and decent father to one of her daughters. They eventually had a child and to stabilize their income, he re-enlisted in the military.

At this point, their marriage began to decline. With him being out of the country on assignment, their disagreements began to get very frequent. Their marriage weathered that storm until his military commitment was complete. He soon enough had a decent job with decent money and they moved so he could take the job. Within a short amount of time, their relationship became violent – he had PTSD. They tried hard to make it through the storms, but it soon became to violent so the relationship ended. At this point, she had all three children with her and none of the fathers paying child support. She lost their home and moved in with family. Through all the emotional abuse, physical abuse, and psychological abuse, she wasn’t quite the same person. Whatever happened while she was living with her family, something went wrong and she got evicted. She moved to a different town where she would have more opportunity for employment. She and her children stayed in a homeless shelter and she was applying for jobs every day. The shelter she was staying in had a curfew and one evening she was 20 minutes past curfew getting back to the shelter. When she arrived, they wouldn’t let her in and told her she shouldn’t have been late because she had kids. In the same breath, they kicked her out of the shelter with her kids.

I recently had a chance to visit with her. While visiting with her she told me, ‘You don’t know how lucky you are to not be so lost and broken. You are lucky to have someone in your life.’ She is right. I am blessed. I don’t think I could keep it together as well as she has, even if it’s not that well according to some people’s standards. I told her as much, but I also told her that I, too, am lost and broken in a different way due to the loss of my son.

She lives every day, afraid to be around people she loves due the shame she feels for her circumstances. She lives every day in constant apology for whatever she thinks she’s done to offend someone else. Every time I see her, she is smiling. She isn’t feeling sorry for herself. She feels too ashamed to ask for anything, but she has found the strength to wake up each day and continue on.

I want to commend this young woman. And I want to say, we all have our crosses to bear and none of us know anyone else’s cross they are carrying so rather than judge and condemn, we should be encouraging and uplifting. Not one single person can save the world, but one single person can be a blessing to someone.

And remember:

She is clothed with strength & dignity and she laughs without fear of the future…..Proverbs 31:25

I will be the first to admit that I am sorely lacking in the faith department since the death of my son, but I believe this verse fits her perfectly at this time in her life……maybe for all of her life.

Let’s be the strength and love that others need in their time of need rather than the judgers and haters that they don’t need in their time of need.

Kindness Matters.

Make it count.

For purposes of privacy, names have been withheld.

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Life Moments # 64 – Time Doesn’t Stand Still, Although I Might…..

I recently went to the place where Darren took his life. i went there and just sat, then walked all around the area. As I walked, all I could think of is receiving the news that awful evening and then later on when I received the police and autopsy report.

Walking around there, I thought of every detail in both reports and how, almost a year later, it still doesn’t make sense…the whole day, the evening, when I was awakened in the wee hours of the morning, the timeline between what’s in the report, what I’ve heard from other people and text messages that somewhat detail his last evening. Mind you, I don’t have all the text messages, but I have some from him to a certain someone and certain someone’s replies. That whole first week continues to play on repeat in my head. The weeks after and then the months that followed until we are here.

It’s a day that I will never forget. Like his birth, it is a day etched into my brain. Time has continued to go by since his death, but I feel I am standing still. My faith is darn near nonexistent these days. I don’t really know what I believe anymore. My conversations with God are all that sweet, but chock full of anger and questions. Someone recently told me that he would like to pray with me. Hmm…..not so sure about that. I mean, I’m not so sure prayer helps. You see, I prayed the day before Darren died. I prayed for him to have strength to get through what he was going through. I prayed for his safety. I prayed for his present and for his future. The next day, he died. Prayer killed my son. So, no, I don’t trust prayer.

And so, here I am. One year later and still just as lost as I was that first week. Time has not stood still. Time has not changed anything. But I have stood still, lost. I may have changed, but my grief has not. We may go through every day in the here and now, but my heart is stuck and my mind is confused. My questions have only increased and I am in limbo.

What now?

~ Shannon

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Life Moments #63 – Feelings of Guilt, Loneliness, Anger, Fear, and Confusion

Where do I even begin? I am almost a year into the grief of losing my son and my emotions are all over the map.

I have this theory.

I’ve heard a million times since Darren died that time will heal. My theory is: That’s a damn lie. Time does not heal anything. In place of the healing that time is supposed to do, time is only making the loss more bearable. Maybe! Time buries the pain of the loss, the broken heart, the memories. Time is a thief that doesn’t heal anything.

You know what I have felt over the last year?

Guilt.

Loneliness.

Anger – a lot of anger!

Fear – of everything.

And confusion. I can’t focus on anything. I can’t remember anything.

I am trying to keep my marriage together, trying to keep my sanity, trying to ‘heal,’ striving to be the best mom I can be and I am convinced I am failing at it all.

I cry and I get angry.

People tell me don’t bury your feelings. Let yourself feel whatever it is that you feel. All the while, they sit back and judge for every feeling that you have. In this world, society is convinced that feelings are wrong. We can’t feel this or that because if that feeling just so happens to go against what another holds to be true or against another in any way, we are condemned for feelings. Feelings are used against you. Feelings are used to hurt you. Your feelings are someone’s weapon against you.

My son, Darren, had written some ‘suicide’ notes a year prior to his death. His dad and his dad’s useless girlfriend knew of these letters, but kept it from me. The letters were ignored. When I found the letters, I informed his dad and his dad’s useless girlfriend and asked her about them. She told me she already knew of the letters. Okay, right now none of that matters, but in the grand scheme of things, it matters very much. But, anyway, the letters. In the letters, my son mentions his feelings. He mentions he doesn’t talk about his feelings because he doesn’t want to be some ’emotional freakshow‘ and that he doesn’t talk about his feelings because he doesn’t want someone to use his feelings against him. How true it is! People will use whatever they can to hurt another.

And that’s why people don’t talk about their feelings. That’s why people begin to feel ashamed or embarassed about their feelings. That’s why people keep their feelings bottled deep inside until the feelings are destroying the individual.

And right now, my feelings are guilt, loneliness, anger, fear and confusion.

And they are destroying me. I am really hoping the grief counseling will work soon enough.

I know, I know….Life is NOT about feelings!

~ Shannon ~

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Life Moments #62 – T – 9 days Until the Day My World Changed….Forever

May 17, 2018 – The day my world changed in a terrible way.

We are 9 days shy of the day Darren passed away. This past year has been hard, to say the least. We lost someone dear to us, but we also gained someone dear to us. It’s been a year of a thousand tears, bad dreams, unanswered questions, and memories flooding my mind.

Remember, a while back I posted that I have 17 years worth of photographs of Darren that I couldn’t bear to look at. My heart just couldn’t take it. Well, I still have yet to look at them. I have the ones in my room (where I spend a majority of my time) that I see daily and the ones that pop up in my newsfeed on FB and the ones I keep reposting because I can’t bear to add new ones, but I cannot look at my photo albums. I look at the photographs in my room only to see what will never be, the life that he should have lived as an adult that will never come to fruition. Don’t get me wrong, those photos present a ton of good memories of him, but they are also testament that his life will never proceed past the age of 17. We were robbed of that!

Now, almost a year later, I look at how much has changed, how much I have changed. Of course, we have the physical changes in our environment, the changes in which we cannot see him, we can no longer hear his voice, or witness his beautiful smile. Then there are the changes within myself. The lack of sleep. The constant dreams. The plaguing unanswered questions. The uncertainties about life and what it all means. The lack of trust that has invaded my mind concerning his father, most certainly law enforcement and especially the court system (family court as well as juvenile court) — those him failed my son.

However, the change that I hope will have the most impact was taking the giant leap out of my comfort zone and into the nonprofit world. For many years, I wanted to do something with my life that went beyond myself and my family. However, my family always came first. Sure I delved into one fleeting interest after another, but – for the most part – I repeated the same interests in intermittent spurts. These interests have included quilting, photography, scrap-booking and spur-of-the-moment day trips here or there (this always included the kiddos). After losing Darren to suicide, suicide prevention became my passion, my cause. A friend and I founded DJW Life Project, a suicide prevention nonprofit organization. Much of my son is incorporated throughout the organization from the name we chose to the logo we use to represent who we are and to some of the images we use as well as the slogan we attach to just about everything.

Changes have always been hard for me, but this was one change I needed to make and jumped into with both feet. Failure is not an option because no matter how far we go (in number of years or money raised) we will have accomplished the thing we are trying to accomplish – To help at least one family to not have to go through the tragedy that mine has gone through. if we can help just one family then we will have succeeded.

So, the next biggest part of May 17th is the Darren’s Voice event that we are hosting. It will be a hard day all around, but hopefully there will be joy as well. If you’re out and about, we hope you will join us at Christ the King for an evening of fun for the whole family beginning at 4:30pm. Bring yourselves, your children, your family and your friends to enjoy the evening, but also to support suicide prevention in the small community that we live in.

Be the change you want to see in the world.

– Mahatma Ghandi

~ Shannon ~

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Life Moments #61 – Everybody Makes Mistakes

Have you ever made a mistake…..a gigantic, screw-up that just cannot be forgotten?

I have.

Okay, I have made many mistakes. After all, I am only human and nowhere near perfect.

I am the kind of person who, when I make a mistake, I apologize to those it may have hurt and then move on. I don’t carry regrets because living with regrets just plays with a person’s mind. I do, however, learn from my mistakes and carry on. Sometimes, I might even make the same mistake again. And yet again….before I finally learn.

I know some people who carry their regrets around like a monkey on their back, never to be forgotten. They learn from the mistake (the regret), but those regrets are always lurking, always at the forefront of their brains to discourage them. Their lives are guided by these regrets, present in their every thought, helping them to make a decision when one is needed to be made.

To me, these people seemed to be trapped inside their heads. How does one function like that?

One of the most aggravating things for me is when someone won’t let you live down your mistakes. It’s frustrating to be in a conversation with someone (discussion, disagreement, argument..whatever) who is insistent on reminding you of every mistake, every bad decision, etc you’ve ever made.

And when you’ve made a mistake that people don’t let you live down, they stay inside your head. Every time you turn around, this person (or more) is hovering over you, making you question your every word after. So, now not only is this person trapped in their own head, but you somehow have become trapped in yours.

It’s a relentless cycle…….