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Category Archives for "Marriage"

To the Girl Who Nearly Lost Her Husband to Suicide
Oct 27

To the Girl Who Nearly Lost Her Husband to Suicide

By Guest Blogger | Anxiety , Depression , Family , Marriage , Mental Health , Recovery from a Suicid...

“Almost all people are carrying a great and secret hurt even when they don’t know it. When we can make the shift to realize this, It softens the space around our overly defended hearts. It makes it hard to be cruel to anyone. It somehow makes us one in a way that easy comfort and […]

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How to Stop Being Taken for Granted
Oct 06

Betrayed: How to Stop Being Taken for Granted

By Steve Austin | catching your breath , Family , Marriage , Parenting , relationships , self-esteem , Self-help

“I suppose that since most of our hurts come through relationships so will our healing…”- Paul YoungDo you remember the last time someone broke your heart? Was it today? Last week? If it was deep heartache, it doesn’t matter how long ago it was; you likely haven’t forgotten.I recently received an email from someone walking through […]

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How to Survive Marriage and Mental Health
Sep 04

How to Survive Marriage and Mental Health

By Steve Austin | Anxiety , Best of Messy Grace , Depression , Family , Marriage , Mental Health , Recovery , Recovery from a Suicid...

My wife spent a week on a psych ward following the birth of our first son. She had a miserable fight with postpartum depression and sleep deprivation. One year later, nearly to the day, I landed in ICU and then a psych ward following a suicide attempt.
After living through it, here’s my take on what to do when you decide to stay married to someone with mental illness.

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Daring to Trust Again: Life After My Husband's Suicide Attempt
Jan 11

Daring to Trust: Life After My Husband’s Suicide Attempt

By Lindsey Austin | Best of Messy Grace , Family , Marriage , Mental Health , Recovery , Recovery from a Suicid... , relationships

I will never forget how cold the tile floor was on that hot September afternoon, as I slid down the wall of ICU room number six.
The statement that made my knees buckle, as I stood at the end of that hospital bed, was, “No, I did not mix up my medicine. I wanted to die. I do not want to be here any more.”

My clearest thought was how I was not enough. But if not me, how was our beautiful baby boy not enough to make my husband want to stay? I wondered how I could possibly face family and friends at our son’s first birthday party the next day, alone. I wondered if I would spend the rest of my life the very same way.

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