Mental Health and Motherhood: how my mom impacted my life

Mental Health and Motherhood

I wasn’t sure I wanted to write this story. I’ve written about my childhood in the past, so it’s not the vulnerability that concerns me. I guess I don’t want to be misunderstood. This post isn’t a pity party, nor is it a cry for attention. I just want to shed light into an angle of motherhood that you read about in the news or you hear about in political posturing, but maybe you’ve never seen the real face of it: mental health and motherhood. So, in order to explore this topic further, let me tell you my story.

My mom was a drug addict who suffered from bipolar disorder and paranoid schizophrenia. You might have noticed I used the past tense “was” in introducing her; that’s because she died in 2009, when I was 22 years old. She struggled with addiction and impaired mental health for all of my life. I’m pretty sure her battles began before I was ever born.

She once told me a story about my older sister that illustrates her mental instability. As an aside, my older sister died before I could ever meet her – she had health issues and severe mental retardation, probably owing to the fact that both her parents conceived her while under the influence (we didn’t share a father). Anyway, one night she was crying inconsolable, and my mother, exhausted and delirious from unsuccessfully comforting her wailing child, covered her face with a pillow to escape from the mind-numbing screams. She left the pillow there until my sister quieted; she had lost consciousness. My mother didn’t kill her, but she relayed to me many years later that it was this night when she realized she was unwell, mentally. She also said it was this night when she began to hear the voices in her head that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

This story is only one example of how my mom’s mental health struggles impaired her ability to relate to her children in “normal” ways. I could tell you many such stories, all equally horrifying. Like how she asked me to burn my stepdad’s clothes in the yard after they had an argument, and rewarded me by burning my new Easter clothes 3 days later when they reconciled. How she taught me how to weigh out marijuana, and asked me to bury it in the yard once when the county was on their way to raid our house (I was 10 at the time). How I discovered her sitting in a cold bath, covered in blood, after her first suicide attempt when I was 12. Or like how she kicked me out of the house when I was 13 years old because I refused to place my body underneath her boyfriend’s truck to prevent his abandonment of her.

I could tell you about how she was in and out of jail up until she died, arrested on charges like forgery, possession/distribution of controlled dangerous substances and larceny, which happen to be the primary offenses for women incarcerated in Oklahoma. At one point, she was even listed among Oklahoma’s Ten Most Wanted, which I discovered by seeing her face broadcast on TV during a public service announcement.

My mom was just one woman of many just like her in Oklahoma, which incarcerates nearly twice the national average of female offenders, according to the Bureau of Justice Statistics. In that same study, critical issues for incarcerated women are explored, and chief among them are history of substance abuse, mental health issues and women offenders as mothers. My mother was a classic example of the mental health crisis in Oklahoma, and how it affects the rate of incarceration for women in this state.

As an adult, my mom’s mental health has not affected me as directly, but it still impacts my life. When I was in college, I was ultra sensitive to the reality that I could very well develop some of the same mental health disorders that plagued my mom. I did struggle with anxiety for a while, but I learned how to cope through spirituality and lifestyle adjustments. Since becoming a mother myself, I have felt the absence of having a healthy mother to mentor me or to turn to for guidance and wisdom. As a mom, I can’t understand the decisions she made towards my siblings and me, or how she treated us as her children.

I tell you this story for two reasons: one, to give a human face to something that’s more than just a policy issue; two, to motivate. I will be the first to admit I’m not as involved as I should be in making my voice known to those who have the power to do something about it. But, I hope by writing this story, I’m taking one step towards being more active.

My mom may have had a chance at rehabilitation if there had been a mental healthcare system that could provide her the help she needed. Instead, incarceration was the bandaid applied to the gushing wound of her mental instability. My story, her story, is not unique; a quick Google search of “mental health issues in Oklahoma” will illustrate the gravity of the mental health crisis in this state.

From postpartum depression to personality disorders that fuel substance abuse, mental health and motherhood are inseparably linked. If we don’t give a voice to these issues and put a face on them, they will remain as simple policy positions and budget line items. Nothing will change if nobody tells their stories. This one is mine.

Mental Health and Motherhood

20 thoughts on “Mental Health and Motherhood: how my mom impacted my life

  1. Thank you so much for sharing this! This is becoming all too common of a story everywhere. And I think people fail to see that it is harmful to more than just the individual. I mean I know my grandmother had many mental health issues. My father was not completely raised by her because he was removed from the home numerous times. But those problems created new problems that my father has had to learn to live and cope with. And those create a still less than normal home that I grew up in. I hope that by this point my children will live in a normal home who are on guard against and readily able to find care for any mental health concerns. But it is very much a generational problem. Thank you so much for sharing your mothers story!

    1. Thank you for reading and sharing your story! Yes, the decisions one individual has generational implications. I’m thankful that, by the grace of God, I’ve broken the cycle in my family, but I am very sensitive to the reality of it.

  2. Your an amazing women & mother and have overcome so much. I appreciate you telling your story; mental illness is a terrible disease and yet no one wants to talk about it and ways to help.

  3. Firstly, thank you for sharing this story. I feel like so many people think motherhood is always like the vision they see on the family sitcoms, and that’s not true.

    Secondly, thank you for being brave and sharing this. I know it can be hard to bring up events from your past, and I appreciate the amount of courage that it takes to share things like this.

    Thirdly, thank you for shedding light on an issue that is so often swept under the rug. Mental health is a serious issue, and it affects everyone, not just those who suffer without treatment.

    And finally, I can’t imagine what it was like for you as a child. But to see how you’ve grown into the mother you are, it’s a very beautiful thing. Keep sharing your stories. Your words have the potential to heal a lot of young women who desperately need it.

    1. Marisa,

      I appreciate these comments so much. I have found that motherhood is everything but what is portrayed in fiction, mostly because nobody gives you a script to say the right things at the opportune moments.

      If I have any bravery at all, it’s because I know am not defined by what’s happened in my past, and my mom’s life doesn’t determine mine. That was a truth I struggled with as a child, because statistically I was expected to turn out like her. Truth be told, I get so frustrated by the rhetoric that condemns children of drug users or serial welfare abusers, because I was one of those kids who broke the cycle. Hope is real and the “sins of our parents,” so to speak, are not deterministic of their child’s destiny. However, it takes encouragement and investment from others, instead of condemnation and condescension.

      Your words are so kind and encouraging. My hope is that my story can provide healing and hope for others who might be lost in the brokenness of this world.

  4. Thank you so much for sharing this. This is so deep and intimate…and unbelievably brave to share this. Sharing past events that are painful are not easy…but I think it is amazing you were able to tell this story. Happy Mothers Day to you and many more to come!!!!

  5. Dear Rachel,

    My name is Ashlee. I’m co-founder of the Youshare Project, with the mission to connect people around the world through true, personal stories. I recently stumbled across your blog and read the above post entitled “Mental Health and Motherhood: How my mom impacted my life.” It’s so raw and honest, beautifully written and compelling. I think it would make a wonderful youshare, because I believe other children of mothers living with mental health and addiction struggles could relate to your story and be inspired by your words – and your story will also educate others about the reality of this epic problem.

    If this sounds interesting to you, I would love to email you directly with more information and formally invite you to adapt your story to Youshare and share it with the project. You have my email address and website. I hope to hear from you soon.

    Best,
    Ashlee
    http://www.youshareproject.com
    ashlee@youshareproject.com

      1. Hi Rachel,
        Thanks for your quick reply, and for checking our the website. I look forward to hearing from you and continuing our conversation!
        All my best,
        Ashlee

  6. Rachel this is beautifully written. I remember so much of this and in fact I would stay with you and your siblings even when your mom wouldn’t ask. I remember “babysitting” you guys and how sweet you all were. I am so proud of the woman and mother you are and still becoming.

  7. God clearly had a hand on your life to draw you to him! Wow what a story. I’m so glad your daughter will have you as an example of a mom, although I’m sorry you feel the absence of a mom in your own life now. Thanks for sharing 🙂

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