There are moments in the aftermath of a suicide loss where happiness and sadness collide. For many years I felt conflicted when sadness appeared during times that should be happy. I tried to stuff the sadness down, not acknowledging its presence. What I found was by burying the sadness, I wasn’t able to experience the happiness. Why does it have to be happiness OR sadness? I have come to find out that it doesn’t have to be one or the other. You can acknowledge your sadness while also feeling happiness. They do not have to be seperate. This week, Elle shares her conflicting feelings after learning of a pregnancy only to moments later be told about her mother’s suicide.
I will never forget the moment I was told my mom was gone. It was a sunny and unusually warm February afternoon. My husband and I rushed to the hospital straight from an ultrasound appointment where we had our 8-week pregnancy confirmed. The adrenaline was pumping as soon as I saw the text from Mom’s significant other: “Call me ASAP”. Mom had been hospitalized after a major manic episode just months earlier, but we all thought she was doing so much better, if not a little down about having to look for a new job. And I was pregnant! She was going to be a grandma! I plastered a smile on my face and tried to remain calm while checking out with the lady at the desk, my heart beating through my chest, after telling my husband to go call him. When I came outside, he was so upset and flustered he could barely talk. All he had told my husband was that Mom had “tried to hurt herself” and he was in the car following the ambulance to the hospital, we were to meet them there. The car ride from the midwives’ office to the hospital was the longest fifteen minutes of my life, so many emotions rushing through my chest – terror, anger, panic, paralysis. We arrived at the ER and gave the desk person Mom’s name. We were ushered quickly into a small room with sofas, chairs and heavy window treatments – I knew what this room was for. It was surreal. This couldn’t actually be happening.
Hearing that Mom was gone – forever, without saying goodbye, without warning – was like a giant bright white light exploding over everything in my line of vision. It was shock, disbelief, numbing pain, and clarity all at once. So this was it. This was how the story was ending, the story that began a year before when issues at work propelled her into the first major manic episode of her life, had her hospitalized for a week, and resulted in a diagnosis of bipolar disorder that she was unwilling to accept. Mom was simply an incredible person, anyone who knew her would tell you that. She was beautiful, poised, successful, intelligent, generous, and loving. As her only daughter I knew her differently than anyone, and from the time I was a little girl, although I didn’t understand it, I always sensed the pain within her. This is where the feeling of clarity came from when I got the news. Despite the crushing pain, there was a part of me that understood. It made sense deep inside my heart. I didn’t need a goodbye letter with an explanation. I know my mother. I know her heart, I know her struggles, I know her pain. I am fortunate to have had a wonderful therapist since the time she was hospitalized, to have been educated about bipolar disorder and subsequently, suicide. I am fortunate to have the peace of knowing I did everything in my power to help and support her through her ordeal. And I know that my mother, if she made up her mind to do something, was not going to let anyone stop her. It was one of her greatest strengths that ultimately was her greatest weakness.
I worried about how this trauma and grief would affect my pregnancy, as did my family, friends, and healthcare professionals, but by the grace of God we now have a healthy 8-month-old son, Jack, who provides me with enduring strength to be happy and enjoy life in spite of missing Mom incredibly. Becoming a mother in the same year as losing my mother has been a lonely experience.
There are so many things I want to ask her, talk to her about, and share in the joy of motherhood with her. There hasn’t been one day since she died that I haven’t needed her. Does she think I am doing a good job? Is she proud of me? Tears fall from my eyes most nights that I rock my baby to sleep, imagining her doing the very same thing with me 30 years ago. Every milestone of Jack’s is bittersweet that she isn’t here to share it with us; she was over the moon excited to become a grandma. I feel as though I had something so precious ripped from me unfairly – the joy of seeing my mother become a grandma. The comfort that only a mother can provide as I made the immense transition into becoming one myself. I am still working on being at peace with the notion that she is here, but in her own way. Free of earthly pain and struggle. Selfishly, I want to see her, hug her, hold her hand, hear her laugh, and see the sparkle in her eyes that I know would be there every time she’d look at her grandson. I can’t wait for him to know her through our stories, photographs and memories, and for him to know how loved he is by her. Mom had my ultrasound appointment marked down in her calendar for Friday, February 17, 2017. The moment I heard Jack’s heartbeat for the first time, was literally the moment that hers beat for the last time. He was born on October 8, 2017, and thus we celebrated Jack turning 1 month old on Mom’s birthday, November 8. I don’t believe these things are coincidental. She knew my love for him would pull me through – and it has.
I will live with the grief for the rest of my life. Time does not heal wounds like this, but we learn to live with them. However, experiencing this kind of loss has made me a kinder, more understanding, patient and grateful person. I have an amazing circle of support through my husband, father, family and friends. I have many close girlfriends who have become moms recently too and are there to discuss every nitty gritty detail of motherhood, and we revel in all of its joys and struggles together. As a suicide survivor, other than that ride to the hospital, I haven’t felt anger towards my mother, although common. I’ve felt only compassion and grief for the deep suffering she must have endured, alone, because I know she would have never consciously chosen to leave me or her grandchild to be.
I desperately wish that she could have asked for help, let down her guard even just a little. I bet she does, too. Because of this, I’ve made it my mission to talk as openly about mental health and suicide as possible in hopes that I can encourage others to seek help if they are struggling and not worry that they will be judged, or worry that they will not be able to live their life to the fullest, which is sadly what I believe she felt. I hope to live my life in a way that honors her legacy of love and kindness that she showed to everyone who knew her. I hope that her limitless love for me comes through in the way that I in turn love my son. And I will forever be proud and grateful to be her daughter.
Carolyn Ley says
This is so beautifully written and resonates deeply with me. Thank you for articulating the complexity of sadness and happiness after loss by suicide. I lost my daughter in August 2015, she also struggled with her diagnosis of Bipolar, fear of being negatively judged and managing her condition. Sam was 32 yrs old, she, along with her little sister, my life. I miss her every minute of every day, How is it then possible to enjoy ones life after loss of this magnitude? But we can by acknowledging what emotions we are feeling. Sadness can sit beside happiness. Longing can be part of contentment. Grief is more present for me during the pleasures of life. I see Sam in all the positives of my day. A happy tune, sunny car drive or even in the turn of a young girls head, there she is skipping across the lawn aged 5 with a new puppy. I loved her dearly, that love never dies. I’m fortunate to have felt it. Loss will never lessen it. Suicide won’t diminish it.
My love and blessings to you and your family,
Carolyn
Sabre says
Jessica – my husband and I lost our son to suicide on March 17, 2018 – 4 months ago. We have started sharing our writing about our grief on Facebook – ‘Dear Tristan’ – as a way to get mental health out into the open – and to help people understand the grief. We want to work on the stigma – but are not there yet. I will keep you in my prayers. I am sorry that you lost your precious mother.
Sabre
Sharon Levake says
I admire you being able to want to speak very openly about suicide. I hope I get there. At times, I am okay and feel it is all in the wording. Then, at times I feel odd. Never odd about talking about my child, but knowing they are judging him. That makes me sad because he was one of the strongest people I will ever know.
Perla says
I read your story with tears down my eyes. I didn’t know I was pregnant when my brother committed suicide. When I found out I was pregnant I didn’t know whether to be happy or sad. Happy because this baby has now been my light in all this darkness, or sad because she’ll never get to meet my older brother. It hurts knowing that they’ll never get to physically meet but in a way I know that God has provided them to meet in His own special way. So I always tell everyone how I know she has been chosen by her uncle in heaven because he always wanted a baby girl, and here I am having my first child and she’s a girl. I understand your pain and I appreciate you sharing your story. Jack has a very strong mother and a beautiful angel watching over him.
Andrea Miehlisch says
I appreciate your comment about the feeling of sadness and happiness not being separated. I am trying to work ( and work it is!) through my life without my son Christopher since his death on November 8 2017. The finality of his absence still feels so very surreal and often scary. I often find myself wishing he could have seen his life without the darkness of depression and see or even imagine all the great things for his future. Like your Mom, he didn’t see another possibility. I will never fully understand the gravity of the illness but loosing him has been hard enough to at least imagine the relief from pain by one’s own death. Like you have your adorable Jack, I have my25 yr old daughter to keep me from falling all the way to the bottom. May our journeys be filled with the gratitude for the people we lost but we’re so fortunate to have had in our lives.
Shannan says
Hi Elle, I’m sorry for the loss of your sweet mom and so happy for your new bundle of love ❤️ The bittersweet feeling has to be overwhelming at times for sure. I don’t know your specific type of loss but I know the feeling of the bittersweet moments of watching my kids grow as young adults now and their dad and grandma are not here for me to share their joys, pains and simply everyday life. I probably could say I she’d a tear daily at some point and not always painfully but just so emotionally and with memories and “why ” the lonely feeling even though I am surrounded by so much love and family I still have that something I just can’t explain I can only feel and I don’t mask it anymore. I let my feelings flow whatever they may be and sometimes it’s not the best time for others I guess but if I mask it, hold it is 10x worse not only for me but everyone around me. Take your time to feel everything you feel.
My husband committed suicide Feb 4, 2010 and then my mom passed Feb 4, 2016. Most people have shuttered with this “coincidence” my kids and I have found a peace that we didn’t have before. Mom’s are quite unique in the way they take care of us even in death. I truly feel my mom left us that night on that day to let is know she will now be with my late husband, my kids father and it will all be ok. Reading your story, your mom knowing how sick she was and the battle ahead knew your son with your husband would bring you so much love and joy that in her way she knew you would be taken care of by you taking care of your son and everything she gave you, all the love you now share with your family and carry her love on🌈 I hope this helps and makes sense and of course there are moments, times where it’s not that easy to see and take those times to feel sad, self care is everything. Enjoy your family:)