Sunday, November 10, 2019

Mental Health Monday: Christina's Journey from Pause to Progress



Semi-Colon : From Pause to Progress
Christina's Mental Health Journey

It wasn’t her blonde hair, her greenish blue eyes, or her bright smile that drew me in that day. It was the little black semi-colon tattoo on her wrist. In literature the semicolon is used as a punctuation mark indicating a pause between two main clauses. But, for people like me it’s a symbol of survival. The semi-colon tattoo has come to symbolize people who have survived a suicide attempt, mental illness, and or a struggle with addiction. The period symbolizes when we thought life was ending. The comma is a continuation, a proof of survival and the ability to keep writing our own story. As a suicide attempt survivor myself, I know all about the semicolon tattoo. And, I had to know why Christina had one on her wrist.


I first met 30-year-old Christina Kimbrough a year ago at networking event. I remember noting her bravery for attending an all-black networking event. Christina was the only white woman at the table, yet she was unafraid to speak up. At the time she and her friend, community activist Jackie Jackson Glass were about to start a podcast on race called ‘Your Neighbor’s Hood’. After the networking, we exchanged numbers and scheduled a time to meet.

Over coffee at Starbucks, Christina shared with me a struggle very similar to mine. After graduating with a bachelor’s degree in journalism, Christina says she wanted to be a journalist for a small hometown paper. She found the pressures of being a journalist was too intense. She eventually landed a job as an executive assistant to the Director of Public Affairs for Public Works. It was a job she loved but had to leave when her husband Clayton was ordered to move for the Navy.

The constant moving made it difficult for Christina to keep a job, develop friendships, and in time she says she lost a bit of her identity in her husband’s career.

“I’ve lost my sense of self for a while,” she says. “When you’re a military spouse your life is centered around their schedule. Everything is around what he’s doing. My husband’s a rescue swimmer so people are always like, ‘Oh my god that’s cool.’ The conversation switches from me to him.”

It was during one of her husband’s deployment’s that Christina says she had her first major mental health crisis.

“I had a panic attack. At the time I didn’t know it was a panic attack. I felt like I was dying,” she says remembering that terrifying episode. “I remember screaming in my living room. I could not calm down. I can’t even remember what triggered it.”

In hindsight Christina says she had a lot of stressors then. She had recently lost her job, she was struggling with suicidal thoughts, and felt lonely while her husband was away. After that first episode Christina says she struggled with being misdiagnosised, frequent hospitalizations, and challenging emotional triggeres. This year Christina was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Depression, and Panic Disorder. There is no cure for these mental illness’, but Christina says daily she is learning how to live with it.

“It is still hard to accept it. It’s hard because I live with this every day. I am working on my thoughts, and anxieties all the time. I manage my illness by going to a therapist, taking my medicine, working out, and watching my caffeine intake.”

She also credits her supportive husband Clayton with helping her cope. Christina beams when she talks about how her husband’s compassion helped in the lowest moments of her mental illness.

“Marriage means you’re meant to help each other. Clayton is the best thing to happen to me The best choice I have ever made. He feels everything I am feeling. He knows when I am anxious or depressed so he’s able to give me grace. He has never wavered from supporting me,” she says.

Because, she understands how isolating living with a mental illness can be Christina uses her social media to spark conversations about mental health. She recently received over 200 comments on a post she wrote about her suicidal ideation. She knows so many people are struggling, and she wants to use her voice to comfort them.

“I want to show others that people with mental illness are just like you. A big reason I am a mental health advocate because I want to give people a safe place to speak up.”


Christina has shared her story in several of my Spark of Hope Storytelling Nights. She is now ready to use her lived experience of survival to help others on a larger scale. She recently enrolled in a Peer Recovery Specialist training, Peer Specialists are people with lived experience of mental illness and/or substance use disorder who use their lived experience to help other people pursuing recovery.

Her biggest advice to those who have loved ones struggling, listen.

“I’d tell family members to just be there. Sometimes family members go into fix mode. All I need for you is to see me and acknowledge what I am going through. You may not understand but if you can see me that is real.”








Sunday, November 3, 2019

Lolo's Love Life: Just a Couple of Maybes (What Mr. Beats Taught Me About Me)


Letting Go & Moving On
What Mr. Beats Taught Me About Myself

Every relationship we encounter has a meaning or purpose. Some of the hardest lessons come from the relationships we don't want to let of, the relationship that break us, the relationships that make us question ourselves.

I spent two months with Mr. Beats. It's a chapter I honestly I do not want to close, but I know I must. Instead of focusing on why we didn't work, what I did wrong, what he did wrong, I want to focus on what I've learned.  I did a vlog on my YouTube Channel , click the video below to see how am I rewriting the narrative of this break up into something positive.


I loved who I was in our relationship. I was the most honest I've ever been with a man. I was bold enough to speak my mind. I set boundaries which he respected. I was patient, and kind. I was supportive, and caring. And, if I was pretty fun to be around if I say so myself. These are things I never thought I could be in love. So maybe, just maybe these past 60 days were worth the pain I am feeling and letting him go. I wrote something about our brief love called, 'Just a Couple of Maybes.'


Just A Couple of Maybes
I remember waking up and feeling yours arms around me.
I turn and watch you sleep
For a few moments I wish, “Let us enjoy this kind of bliss forever”

In this moment, all I want is you, and all you want is me


And...maybe, just maybe it could have been beautiful
Maybe, just maybe it could have wonderful
Maybe, just maybe it could have been love


Maybe it was all too intense… too fast to last

For a moment we reveal ourselves, shed the shame of our past
We show the hurt, the regret, the angry, and despair


Instead of judgement, we see two broken people imperfectly perfect...the scars, the battle wounds making us who we are today.


Maybe our broken edges were just too sharp to come together


The years of hurt, abandonment, heartache make us too scared to love
Too afraid to be vulnerable


Maybe we never put down our walls, never lay down the defenses we put to keep bad people out but block good people from getting in


In turn our high walls, surrounded by moats with alligators, and wired fences --- makes us enemies


Our defenses prick, stab, and pain the vulnerable parts of each other.


Silent treatment, harsh words, and fucks you


Maybe we were only supposed to have this one season, the transition fall to winter
Maybe were only a lesson, not the ultimate love


Maybe we are bridges for the other, a path that shows we’re capable of walking across the an ocean of romance to a love that is not each other


Maybe when the wounds heal, we’ll love smarter. 
We’ll be more patient, more kind, better listeners
Maybe we’ll lay down our weapons in love and war


Maybe this is the end of and the beginning of something wonderful.. A new chapter, a new beginning


Or maybe..we’re just a couple of maybes incomplete sentences that don’t have the verb right


A missing link that keeps us for being a reality…


I dunno… maybe we were nothing, but maybe just maybe we were everything…