I am no stranger to Depression.
I was diagnosed 20 years ago.
I grew up in a loving family, I had many friends, I was on the honor roll at school. I was well respected in the education system for my tutorial abilities and was the first person people in my neighborhood called when they were looking for a babysitter. I had clean clothes every day, I never went to bed hungry and was able to participate in any after school activity that I wanted.
I seemed to have it all. The perfect life. Then slowly my world began to crumble. My Nanny passed away suddenly. Family drama arose. My world wasn’t as solid as it once felt. My security was gone. My understanding and preconceived ideas of how the future was suppose to be were gone. I was lost.
A new girl arrived at school. I took her under my wing and befriended her. I trusted her. I let her into my world and for a fraction of time called her my friend. She could see my weakness and played on it. Taunting me, bullying me, gum in my hair, ruining my clothes, physical assault. The unstable ground that I was barely able to with hold crumbled further. I spiraled down in to a deep hole.
The world was against me. I wasn’t good enough. I didn’t try hard enough. I need to escape.
Occasionally, in the dark pit I hear shouts of reason from my parents and my sisters, but I was too deep to grasp the rope they were offering.
Time. Medication. Love and Support.
The storm passes. I’m able to resurface. I know I’m not in the clear and there will be other bumps in the road, but if I grasp onto the life long enough, I pray that I will be able to keep my head above waters.
For 20 years, I have been battling depression. It is not a badge I wear proudly on my sleeve, but it is something I’m a learning to not be ashamed of. It is chemical imbalance that I have no control over. I am not a crazy person, nor should I be viewed any differently then a person who has been fortunate to live without it. I am successful, I am a loving Mother and Wife and I am a survivor!
As you may know, women are twice as likely as men to be affected by brain diseases such as dementia, stroke and depression. Recently, I have come across a Canadian charity called Women’s Brain Health Initiative (WBHI), who is working to raise funds to enhance research to find out why and improve the outcomes for women everywhere.
The #HopeKnot Project
The Hope-Knot is an icon designed by the Women’s Brain Health Initiative to create awareness and escalate concern over the unchecked growth of dementia and other aging brain diseases in women.
Hope-Knot was designed by renowned Canadian jeweller Mark Lash as an icon for the WBHI to use to bring awareness about brain diseases in women. The loose visual likeness of the brain, the Hope-Knot is a stylish and beautiful piece of jewellery that represents how cognitive thought is connected to every aspect of life. Giving a Hope-Knot as a gift means supporting an important cause and giving a lasting symbol of how much the women in our lives – mother, daughter, sister, partner or best friend – matter.
The Hope-Knot is available in stainless steel as a pin, and in sterling silver pins, pendants, necklaces and cufflinks. Hope-Knots can be purchased online at: http://hopeknot.myshopify.com/
I wear my Hope-Knot proudly on my jacket. It is a beautiful piece of jewelry and it is a great conversation starter. I proudly wear it for my grandmother who died of a brain tumor, my great aunt who suffered with Alzheimer and countless friends and family members that battle depression on a daily basis. I think about how important these women were/are in my life and how my life has changed because of them. I wear my Hope-Knot in hopes that enough awareness will arises to find a solution to save my daughter from similar tragedies.
WILL YOU FORGET? WE #HOPEKNOT.
TWO lucky 1Heart1Family are going to get the opportunity to WIN a #HopeKnot Stainless Steel pin for themselves or a loved one!