This letter right here is the reason why I write….. Why I share

So many people ask me why I’m so honest when I write. Why I put myself out there. Why do I share so much. Read this letter from a dear friend of mine and you will know. SHE is the reason why I’m honest, why I share, why I give of myself the way I do. Because just once, just once you might get to save someone’s life. I’m not being haughty, I’m not being arrogant either. I helped save her life. Made her reach out. That is the reason that I write. To help, nurture, and love.

    • Hey mom!
      First off, you look fucking amazing! So proud of you, and dad too! Things haven’t been the best for me the last couple weeks…you’re the one I come to and your posts always bring a smile. To make a long story short, my mom is on pretty much 24/7 suicide watch on me. They’ve changed my antidepressant so I could be on Adepex, to help me lose weight since I can’t do much with my knee and back, and I ended up with the worst thoughts and feelings I’ve ever had before. I kept it hidden, forced a smile so mo one would know. Well, last week it got so intense that I was afraid of myself. I had things planned out, even had a few different ways to choose from. I knew at that point, if I didn’t tell anyone, I would end up making the worst and last decision of my life. So, probably didn’t go about informing my mom the right way, but it was the only way I knew how to so she would know I wasn’t just having a bad day. I chose to have my mom hide my meds and give them to me on schedule throughout the day. I can’t tell you how scared I made myself. I’ve never been one to think, let alone plan my own death. It’s embarrassing going through something like this but deep down, as much as I scared my parents, I make the right choice. It was a side effect of the antidepressant they had me on which caused my suicidal thoughts and almost actions. I made an appointment with the Dr and she went along with me yesterday. I was so embarrassed that when he walked in, I couldn’t look at him in the eye, couldn’t talk, I just cried. My mom told him what was going on and I had to beg him not to admit me to the hospital like he wanted. I go back in two weeks to see how the new med is working but until then, its almost like I have to have a babysitter, at 22. It’s horrible and I’ve never felt anything close to how I was the last couple weeks. It’s one thing to think it, but I was scared at how close I was to acting on it. So needless to say, yet another roller coaster ride for me. No one really knows but my parents and a fam friend about how bad it had gotten. But the point of this message is just to let you know that I love you and out of everything, your posts make me forget about everything for a moment and always bring a smile to my face, which means more than you know at this point. When I catch myself on the verge of tears of thinking things I shouldn’t, I go right to your page and just read. Read everything. But know. Even though you don’t intentionally do it, you have helped me many, countless times. Sorry for the novel I wrote but I love you and I truly look up to you more than you know.

    Oh  honey I loved every word you wrote. I’m so glad you contacted me. You don’t know how much it means to me. I’m so glad you told your mom. We would have been devastated to lose someone as wonderful as you. Life isn’t always easy. It’s not. And it doesn’t get easier the older we get either. But every day, every day we find ways to find happiness. To muddle through. We surround ourselves with good people, we learn to love ourselves and then love others.

    YOU are an amazing young woman. I have always loved you. You are sometimes the reason that I post what I post. The reason that I write what I write on my blog. Because of you incredibly strong young women. I’m amazed at all of you. Honey being on an anti-depressant doesn’t make you weak. It makes you stronger. It’s like a diabetic being on insulin. It’s something we need. If I wasn’t on mine, I would be an absolute mess. Or I would still be self-medicating with alcohol and food.

    It is the events in our lives that shape us. It is the people in our lives that save us or help us fall. We are the ones that are ultimately responsible for our own self-love, our own survival and our own worth. You reached out for help. That was a very brave step. Had you not, I’m sure you would be dead. I’m glad you go to my FB page, to my blog. You darlin’ are the reason that I write. The reason that I’m so blatantly honest. Because I know there are more sparkly girls with broken hearts out there. That are looking for love, for self-worth, for more.

    I’m proud of you for asking for help. I’m proud of you for living. I’m proud of you for everything. I really am. May I write about this? May I take your letter, take out your name and then add my reply? I will never, ever say your name.

    I love you girl and keep reading. Keep building yourself up!!!! And know that if you ever need me, you walk right to my door, call, whatever. I will build you back up and love you. Promise from the bottom of my sparkly heart!

6 thoughts on “This letter right here is the reason why I write….. Why I share

  1. all i have right now is wow…..well, no that’s not true….Renee….this does not surprise me in the slightest that this woman would reach out to you….not in the slightest….this is the kind/type of person you are….you will take the weight of another person, to help them…to save them…to heal them…it’s Renee!!! I am so glad this woman has you!
    I do want to say a couple things to her….never, ever be afraid to reach out…I am so glad you have your parents and felt close enough to them to tell them what was going on….never, ever, be afraid to go talk to someone…anyone….unfortunately, the drugs we have for depression have such ugly side affects…it scares the holy hell out of me….so many people need these meds…so many have to have them to live a good life….I do….I have for years….I have anxiety issues…thank god I have found good meds…good people…good bosses…or I have no idea where I’d be!!!!!! I cant believe I just wrote that, it’s very, very personal to me…although I am not ashamed, I do have a chemical imbalance, I have severe panic attacks…and one point, it was debilitating…….it’s not something I put out there, like I said, it’s very private for me…but, like you said Renee…if it helps someone…my mom has always been right there by my side as well….she has…given me life…and she saved it a couple times!!!!!! God knows, I cant imagine how badly I scared her, but she stayed by my side….
    Please don’t ever take “a permanent solution to a temporary problem”
    I hope the best for this woman that wrote to you!
    I am so proud to be a part of your life Renee….I’m honored…and I feel lucky! You and I are not alike in many ways….but that’s what I love about our friendship…I can be honest with you, and I always will be. I love you!

    • I love you too Tracy. I love you too. I’m glad you shared with me. I’m glad we are such good friend. I never in a million years thought it would be so, but I’m glad I have you in my life. I talk about you all the time. Roger laughs at some of our conversations. He thinks we’re crazy, which is good. Because we are. As you’ve said before, we are intelligent, well educated women that say fuck a lot. I love you babe. I’m so glad you’re in my life.

  2. i was so moved with this post, was almost in tears. most blogs are always about sharing and reaching out a medium, but i can honestly say, your blogs speaks to me, youre always sparkly, love you renee! 🙂

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