From where I do I draw my strength?

pray for the strength to endure life's challengesI have been asked this question several times since Charles’ death. As a result, it’s been on my mind because I know that others not in this club must wonder how we go on.

I have had many near death experiences that I have mentioned before–a broken neck, an attempted rape and murder at knifepoint, a brain tumor, two brain surgeries and a near lightening strike.

I would have thought this would have groomed me for whatever came my way. The truth is it did not prepare me for watching my son self destruct and his ultimate suicide.

At my worst during the chaos of my son’s mental illness and drug abuse, I was literally falling apart. I remember I would pray that Charles would stop abusing drugs.

But that’s like praying for a pony.

I literally folded up inside myself

Cut myself off from a social life and often lay in my bed at night curled up in a tight ball in absolute agony. For a while, we kept all of our ugliness within the walls of my home and suffered intensely for it.

I suffered most from lack of emotional support. Part of that was self inflicted. Part of it was society’s stigma as it relates to mental illness and addiction. Few wanted to hear about it.

But I got to the point I couldn’t take it any more and that’s when I reached out, attended a support group and started to help myself deal with this emotional chaos.

It was at Families Anonymous when I figured out I shouldn’t be praying for Charles to stop using drugs, but rather praying for the strength for whatever came my way. I learned and appreciated that I could not control anyone but myself. And I learned that addiction and depression are illnesses that I didn’t cause and I couldn’t cure.

Much of my strength comes from recognizing I can’t do this alone

I can’t sit in a silo and find strength. And it won’t fall from the sky into my lap. I have to actively dig for it. I had to learn how to find it.

I also had to learn to ask for help and then accept it with grace. Quite frankly, I draw a lot of my strength from all of you.

You have to know that when I started this blog, I truly had no idea if I would be rejected or accepted in this endeavor. What’s more, I didn’t care at that point. I only knew that shame as it related to suicide was just plain wrong.

But the fact that you have embraced the cause and furthermore invested yourselves in it has helped not only me, but the thousands who have also suffered a loss, endured the stigma of addiction and mental illness. Your comments and your sharing this mission with others gives me strength many days when I am at my bottom.

To date, collectively we have reached hundreds of thousands of people since February 2016. Literally hundreds of thousands. I see that they read your comments as often as they read the post itself. I feel less alone reading them and I know others feel so as well. You are sharing your souls for your own healing as well as the greater good.

Some of my strength comes from within.  Some comes from family and friends and a lot comes from my higher power. Once you define your higher power, you create a foundation from which you can draw strength. Once you recognize and find humility, you can start to heal emotionally.

A higher power is not necessarily “religious” although it can be.  It is spiritual. Your higher power can be mother nature, it can be God, it can be a group of people you love, it can be the energy that surrounds the galaxy and keeps it together.

It’s all about accepting that there is a power greater than yourself

When Charles died,  I already had practice relying on my higher power to help me deal with heartbreaking situations. Sometimes I relapsed to emotional basketcase. Sometimes I got it right and eventually it became habit.

As a result of developing this skill, I am no less sad or depressed. I simply have the toolbox to process my hurt without it pulling me underwater completely.

Some days I have to let the ache and sadness of the loss of my son by suicide wash over me–grief that has now become part of me. I have to ride the waves of grief and let it drop me off when it’s done. While I thought I had control over me. I don’t always have that either.

My loss has given me grief. But also great gifts. Redefining what strength is happens to be one of those gifts.

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Anne Moss Rogers

I am the mother of two boys and the owner of emotionally naked, a site that reached a quarter million people in its first 18 months. I am a writer and professional public speaker on the topics of suicide, addiction, mental illness, and grief and currently working on getting a book published. I lost my youngest son, Charles, 20, to suicide June 5, 2015. As talented and funny as Charles was, letting other people know they matter was his greatest gift. And now the legacy I try and carry forward in my son's memory.

11 thoughts on “From where I do I draw my strength?”

  1. I don’t have a toolbox yet. Coming to grips that I will live with this grief forever has yet to settle in and I drown in that thought. I’m still in the phase where I have no idea how I will go on. But you made it. Others have too.

    1. You will survive it. And yes I have and will survive it. Grief changes over time. It starts out so intense and so pervasive. That is not a permanent state of mind. Eventually, you learn to live with it. And it becomes your friend because it’s your connection to the one you lost. But for now, know we are with you. You have a pk e to go where people are in all stages of grief.

  2. Thank you, Anne Moss. You use your gift of communication to bring light into some of that darkness that Charkes wrote about. God bless you.

  3. I agree with Wendy… You are a super hero, Anne Moss. This is (yet another!) important post. You give hope and concrete help to so many. Sending love.

  4. This is such a Perfict day to read this ! I need to read this ! I also lost my son by suicide he used a gun and I am also forever changed and yes I do pray for strength and dream visits , it sure does give me peace for a while then the waves start up again , I too would like to help others go through this for it’s the one thing that is so painful in life and if we can share our stories with others it may save a lot of people’s lives , you are my super hero today thank you so much !!

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