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PTSD and Suicide, Veterans and Beyond

PTSD and Suicide, Veterans and Beyond

I have promised to talk about #reallife, even when that isn’t easy.  I would rather be sharing a recipe, offering a wellness course, or talking about a recent adventure.  But today I choose to speak about something very real, often uncomfortable, and so important.  I won’t be silent, and I invite you to join me in the conversation so that we can change it, both the conversation itself and the root causes.

I was surprised to see the name and number flashing for an inbound call on my phone.  I answered and we spoke briefly before cutting to the chase question of ‘what was I doing the following day?’  Local Veterans and community members were gathering on short notice for a memorial.  We wanted to ensure a combat Veteran who had lost his battle with PTSD was honored.  Plans were coming together so that we could pay tribute to this man and honor his sacrifice given for our great country. I didn't know that in just 18 hours I would be hugging his widow in a parking lot at the hospital.

It Should Have Been...

The morning was somehow reminiscent of summertime in my youth when I would get up early and head out to work at a blueberry farm. The smell of the dew was in the air and heavy on the grass nearby.  As I walk to my car it was enveloped in a glistening layer that sparkled in the early morning sunlight.

It should have been a morning that I got to talk to you about late summer adventures in rural Oregon.

It should have been a conversation about traveling through farms and rolling hills of our famous wine country.  

I should have been writing of small towns, historic train trestles, freshly baked fruit pies, and the back-roads of America.

I should have been stopping to take in the beauty of fresh-cut hay fields, beautiful rolling hills surrounded with wine grapes, and small cottage tasting rooms beckoning me in.

I should have been recounting the view of tractors sending dust into the air as they begin to plow up fields at the end of harvest.  Birds flying through and exploring the fields, and late summer flower blooms displaying their colors as they swayed in the late summer breezes.

But instead, it was a day spent honoring a Veteran.  A story that was like so many others that it was cliche and tragic at the same moment. 

As I sat in the coffee shop before the pre-procession gathering, a flashback to a movie that I enjoy, Fight Club, made me remember the line: "in death, we have a name."  This United States Marine Corps (USMC) Combat Veterans’ name I won't share because I didn't have a way to ask his family for permission.  But before last night, I did not know his name.  He was simply a part of the force that I know is working for our freedom.  In our day to day experience, these often unnamed men and women of our armed forces are working day and night to protect us, in service to our country above themselves.

And now knowing his name and wanting to honor this stranger from a nearby community, I had hours before at 7 am in the morning found myself Googling where I could have the truck washed.  I was already in my dress and wanted the American flag honoring our Police, Fire, and Military on the hood to look as respectful as possible during the procession.

How do we involve ourselves to be a part of the change our nation desperately needs in the mental health discussion?  

We Must Talk About It

Did you know that more Oregonians have lost their life from suicide at the time of this writing than from the disease our media and government have chosen to obsess themselves with?  Check the OHA monthly statistics for yourself when you read this if you don't believe me.  I've never felt more manipulated, lied to, and deceived than I do right now with the fear-mongering that is underway. 

If our focus as a society was about health, then we would be focused on our leading causes of death for our citizens.  Right?  In Oregon, that would mean after natural death that we were looking at causes of unintended death to ensure we had done all we could to prevent those.  Having myself been in a car accident earlier this year that could have easily ended fatally or more tragically, I understand first hand how this can happen.

And then our number two focus after that?  It would be on suicides.  Our young people, our Veterans, and so many others struggling with depression, anxiety, and other mental health disorders deserve our support.  They deserve solutions that I know we have within us to these issues.

Gone But Not Forgotten

Thank you for investing your time to read this story.  And thank you for keeping this conversation active in your home, with your friends and family, and into the halls of our government.


RIP and Semper Fi Corporal.  #Veteran22  Veteran Crisis Line: 800-273-8255

The chalkboard sign that hung that morning in the coffee shop.

This isn't the first time I have written of where we find ourselves in America.  I continue to stand as a patriotic activist, mental health advocate, and proud American.  If you want to read another blog on these areas including the estimated 'Deaths of Despair' from the self-inflicted depression, check out Not My New Normal here.


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Overworked, burned out, and with waning loyalty to an industry that had lost its way and was no longer true to itself.  Of course, career burnout was at an all-time high in my sector and amongst the worst in any field.  It wasn’t all even just about work, though my perfectionism often got the best of me there more than other parts of my life.  I look back and see that I was overwhelmed and questioning so many areas of my life.  Was I doing the right things? From diet to products I bought, from how I was involved in the community to time I was spending with family, and from how I was walking out my faith and showing up in a meaningful way to my world. In this craziness is where I found myself.
 
Healthcare (watch my fingers make air quotes as I say that word and use the term loosely at best) in the US had long been bought and paid for and was no longer masking their symptom management and disease maintenance focus.  It had lost its focus on health; they could give you a pill or cut you open.  But to nurture your health and foster your body’s God-given ability to heal itself, they no longer knew how to do that.  Or worse, no longer desired to be in the business of prevention and healing.
 
As so many professional people were doing in the modern economy, we, as healthcare professionals, we’re doing more with less.  Mandatory overtime, poor ergonomics, and complete lack of an environment to practice self-care were the norm.  And to make it worse?  Because of our specific industry, we added in a loss of our medical freedoms just to stay and do our jobs.  The days of job security were long gone, and I watched in fear as friends and colleagues in sectors across the board were being laid off just to help top leaders move the stock up for shareholders.  How terrifying that this could be the reward for lifelong dedication and hard work!
 
At home, it didn't feel much better.  I fought to find a non-existent work-life balance and to be present while feeling exhausted (have you ever come home from work to fall asleep on the couch and finally be awoken when your Mom calls? Tell me this isn’t just me!).  I was disappointed in myself seeing my self-care fall away, time with friends and family slipping by, and I wasn’t spending the time I wanted serving with my church family or in my community.  
 
Add to that the confusion and frustration of what should have been simple daily choices.  What foods should I be eating? Is this trendy thing something I should try?  Wait, is the product good or bad, I paid more for it, but I feel like I saw an article on them that there was a recall or they were green-washing.  So frustrating and such a time-suck trying to keep up and have the health and abundance our family deserved!  I felt like at every turn that I was running to keep up and felt like I ultimately just found more of the same lies in the name of profits, and more ways my health was ultimately paying the price, yet again.
 
How could anyone thrive in this culture when even those who were well educated and seeking out something better faced with such daunting challenges?  I know, first-world problems, but I longed to create something more, a legacy for myself and others.  To break generational chains and I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it stuck in this rat-race.
 
Set the stage for that something.  I have, for so much of my life, been interested in learning, growing, and being a student of personal development.  From an investment with top leadership development companies through their programs for years to Law of Attraction to Conscious Language and so many others, I was finding the mentorship and teaching I needed to make the changes I so desperately desired.  
 
There wasn’t an overnight shift or an immediate awareness to change, but I began to find my path slowly and as a result, was investing myself in new ways.  I was raised by a wise and visionary Mother who had shown me what it was to be an entrepreneur.  I always admired that title and was drawn to it in many ways.  As I dabbled in businesses from my youth through college and beyond, I was picking up pieces of freedom and a stage where I could work for myself to create something new.  
 
As the years went on, I kept pushing myself in that path.  I was helping others, and I was welcoming a team of like-minded friends and family to come with me.  This was possible; we were doing it!  It wasn’t easy, we were doing a side-hustle while still being full-time professionals and wives and Mothers, but we were doing it none the less.

I'm so excited to have found a platform to speak truth. To show up for others in "true health" in ways that I didn’t know could exist when I started down this path.  But I know now that we don't have to settle any longer.  Any of us, friends!  It's time to live the great adventure that you were made for.
 
Now it’s time to move beyond business beyond vocation.  Now we are building a blessing.  That has so many meanings, one being the definition of “a herd of unicorns,” in case you didn’t know.  I was given the title of ‘unicorn’ from a dear friend when she came to know me and saw what I was capable of achieving.  And now it’s my turn to see that light in you.  Join me, and together, we can create a community and movement with a vision to change it all.
 
I don't care what your background is.  What education you received growing up in business, finances, or medicine.  Those things don't matter.  We are walking a new path to freedom in all areas of our lives.
 
I'm writing a new future and destiny for myself and my family, and I won't journey alone.  A mentor taught me to carry the confidence that God has called me to rise, but I will not rise alone.
 
I'm reaching out my hand to you (don't worry, I recently used a plant-based hand sanitizer) so that you are not alone; we will do this together!  
 
You are so worthy.  
 
Your family and your dreams are worth it.  
 
Together we can do this, but you must take the first step. ðŸ‘Š

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