It’s personal and I’m fighting back.
On Friday 27 March, I'll be taking part in Sydney Coastrek, the ultimate team trekking and fundraising challenge, proudly supporting Beyond Blue.
Did you know that three million people in Australia are living with anxiety and depression? My daughter is one of those statistics - but she's not a statistic to me. That's why this is personal.
It's Personal. This is my story.
31 January 2020
This morning 12 months ago I woke up tired and unsettled from a dream that had me awake most of the night. I didn’t even think about the dream again until about 2 days later when I realised it had essentially come true.
I got up, organised the kids for school (happy to have them both back after the holidays), went to the gym, shopped for fancy cheeses and champagne for a 70th birthday celebration no-one would ever get to. I didn’t realise that in just a few hours life as I knew it would be gone forever.
I can be grateful that, while my daughter isn’t well, she is alive. She shouldn’t be. Not after a 25m fall onto rock. As long as she is alive there is still hope for her to come through this.
I can be grateful for the incredible support, love, care, generosity and help from family, friends, acquaintances, strangers and professionals over the past 12 months.
I can be grateful that God has carried me throughout this whole ordeal, providing for our every need. And that He promises to continue to do so. I am not strong or brave in my own right. It is only by the grace of Jesus.
Mental illness wasn’t really a “thing” for me until it became “the thing”. Not that I didn’t care or have compassion for those suffering. I just didn’t have that much time for it.
Now I literally don’t get very much time apart from managing my children’s mental health and my own (when I can!). Even doing Coastrek will pose logistical problems for me.
But I want to walk for mental health because now it’s personal. And I want to fight back.