When Dark Thoughts Creep into a Mother’s Mind

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What makes life worth living? If you’ve ever found yourself grappling with thoughts of suicide, the answer may catch you off guard.

The first time I lost a friend to suicide, I was left bewildered. I was just 16, and we had been rehearsing for a play together. He was the star performer, and while I wasn’t his romantic interest on stage, we shared countless moments backstage—talking, playing cards, and exchanging playful banter. I had no inkling that he was struggling. Our performances were set for Tuesday and Thursday, but he took his life on Wednesday.

No matter how many times I replayed those days in my mind, I couldn’t find clarity. He was tall, athletic, charming, and a star on the football field. Girls adored him, and he was the lead role in our play. What could have possibly driven him to end a life that seemed so enviable?

It wasn’t until I faced my own dark thoughts that I grasped the intricacies of suicidal ideation. It can strike even those who appear to have it all together. Outward appearances can be misleading; depression can weigh heavily, convincing you that life is devoid of meaning.

After the birth of my second child, I plunged into severe postpartum depression. With two toddlers under 2, both of whom seemed to cry endlessly and demanded my attention, I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt for not being able to meet their unrelenting needs. The exhaustion and hormonal shifts left me teetering on the brink of a breakdown.

That breakdown arrived one afternoon as I struggled to play with my 2-year-old. He was upset because I wasn’t engaging “correctly” (three sons later, I still haven’t mastered the art of playing with cars). In a fit of frustration, he threw a toy at his baby brother. In a moment of panic, I retaliated, and the block hit him on the head.

As he cried, I pulled him close, filled with remorse, berating myself for being a terrible mother. I felt I didn’t deserve my children. That night, for the first time, I contemplated ending my life, convinced my children would be better off without me. This dark cloud loomed for nearly a year.

Yet, something kept me from taking that step—an indistinct presence in my mind, just enough to keep me anchored. I was willing to sacrifice myself for my children, but I also found the strength to endure for them, even amidst guilt and feelings of inadequacy.

Martin Luther King Jr. once stated, “No one really knows why they are alive until they know what they’d die for.” I found this to be true. I realized no one could love my children as fiercely as I do. So, despite my imperfections, I chose to remain here, ensuring they felt loved.

More than ten years have passed, and I’m still far from a perfect mother. I can be grumpy, forgetful, and my cooking skills leave much to be desired. My children often share hearty laughs at my many parenting mishaps. Yet, they know they are deeply loved, and that counts for something.

As my boys enter their teenage years, I’m beginning to see the qualities they are developing. Surprisingly, many of their strengths stem from the very flaws I often criticize in myself. They have learned to be responsible, taking charge of their homework when I forget, and they know how to whip up a family dinner. They’ve even figured out how to stand up for themselves when I unintentionally hurt their feelings.

My children are thriving, not just in spite of my imperfections, but in part because of them. And every day, I’m grateful to be here to witness their growth.

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Summary

The journey of motherhood can be fraught with challenges, including mental health struggles. The author shares her personal battle with suicidal thoughts while navigating postpartum depression, ultimately uncovering the strength to persevere for her children. Through her experiences, she highlights the importance of love, resilience, and the unexpected ways that imperfections can shape our children into responsible individuals.