We need to talk more than once a year…Mental Health is health!

So yesterday was #BellLetsTalk Day and I love that every year there is a Canada wide focus on talking about mental health.  I struggle with the fact that after that, it’s back to being that subject we don’t say much about, hide or make fun of. 

Late in 2014 after a few major setbacks in my life, I developed severe anxiety.  I mean that in every sense of the word, I had lost the drive to be involved, had lost my confidence and was in the midst of a pretty significant depression depression. I was working nights at the Rodd, I’m forever thankful for that opportunity, and I was running a restaurant full time, living on 2-3 hrs of sleep a night if I was lucky.  In January of 2015 I had my first panic attack.  It was a panic attack in the usual sense, the kind you might see as a stereotypical one in the movies, I couldn’t stop crying, couldn’t calm down, mind racing, just pure blind panic.  I was headed to PEI for business meetings and managed to pull it together by the end of the three hour drive. I rubbed a pair of prayer beads in my lap for the entire drive. That was my first one, for the next 10 months I had daily panic attacks, severe and frequent, but those ones weren’t the kind you would see in the movies.  I got really good at hiding them, because you adapt and hide when it comes to mental illness.  I had them everywhere, at work, on our TV show Have a Chat, while I traveled for work, in meetings, out with friends, everywhere.  Very few people in my life knew what I was going through, I didn’t want to burden anyone, they all had their own problems, didn’t want anyone to see how I was struggling, how I had changed, that I wasn’t the same always happy, always optimistic person I had always been or that I was weak and couldn’t cope. That was probably the sticking point for me, that I was weak and just needed to get a grip so to speak.  Mum and dad bore the brunt of my challenges.  I moved to Fredericton for work in March of that year in an attempt to save the restaurant by taking a job that paid enough to get by.

I worked hard to find strategies to get through my attacks, I couldn’t read to calm myself because my mind wouldn’t focus enough although reading has always been probably my favourite pass time. I would play Candy Crush, it was a distraction and I had to focus just enough to make the moves so that was a good thing, I listened to audio books as I drove home from Fredericton each week to work in the restaurant, and I wrote down the things I was grateful for each day, to be honest as I read them now, it was sad but very effective, some days I was just grateful for finding a good parking spot.  I prayed a lot, I spoke to God every chance I got but I also struggled in my faith, I didn’t understand what I had done to make my life spiral so far out of my control or in my mind, be punished in this horrible way. 

After those initial 10 months, my attacks became less frequent, always severe but not as often.  Here we are 7 years later, I haven’t had a panic attack in at least 3 or 4 years.  I know what my triggers are and mitigate them as quickly as I can when I see them coming.  It sounds easy but it really isn’t, it takes work and focus.  Those attacks also taught me a lot, I can see that now, although I didn’t at the time.  I am stronger, more decisive, more empathetic and kind to those around me.  It’s made me a better leader, I consider all angles before I make a decision even when a quick decision is needed.  I can much more easily meet people where they are rather than where I want/expect them to be which helps me build those bridges needed to get things done.  That time also humbled me in so many ways, I’m still happy and optimistic but realize that life is tough and we’re all doing the best we can. 

Why do I share, I’m sure you’re wondering, we need to talk to each other more than once a year, we need leaders who aren’t afraid to be open and honest so others can be too.  Just know you have an ear if you need it.  Everyone has something going on, it doesn’t make you less, it just makes you you.  #BeBetter #MentalHealth #YellowButtonProject #MiramichiProud #2022AdventureIsCalling

Her beauty was just the beginning – Marjorie Eleanor Losier

“To Whom much is given, much is expected“ my stunning grandmother Marjorie Eleanor Heffernan Losier lived her life by that belief.  She was born in Edmonton, Alberta, January 13, 1922.  What a time that must have been. She was the middle child of 3 siblings, her older sister Marie and her younger brother Jack.  Marjorie or Margie as later we called her was probably the typical middle child, a bit rebellious and marched to the beat of her own drum all the while knowing exactly how to charm anyone she encountered.  She met a dashing doctor when she was just 18!  Imagine that, I have no doubt my grandfather took one look at this incredible beauty and fell completely in love in that moment, he was almost 30 years old at the time!

She moved across the country with two small children to a town where she knew no one!  Although Chatham and later Miramichi as a whole became her home, she had to forge her way in a time that didn’t have those connection conveniences we take for granted these days.  She left her entire family back in Edmonton, never quite sure when she might see them again.  It wasn’t so easy or affordable back then to see or even call when the whim might take her.  She truly must have felt quite alone.  She lost her sister and brother at young ages, both of them.  Her will of steel was evident to all who knew her.  Once she made up her mind, she stood by that!  She and my grandfather Percy went on to have 5 more children here in Miramichi.  I think most know of our four generations of doctors in the family, it’s hard to imagine a better example of a family calling!  What most don’t know however, is the remaining siblings all became teachers, they led by example and influenced generations of children in their care.  They are a family of community servants who have never stopped giving back.  

Margie lived a life of quiet leadership for the most part, she let her example be her voice. She raised seven incredible children who enhanced the lives of those around them each in their own way.  None of them, though, could have done that without her, she supported, cajoled and guided them all throughout their lives so that they could be the best version of themselves possible.  She was a constant sounding board and ear for all that sought her out.  Given the time in our history it was quite remarkable really that she ensured all of her children not only went to University but excelled in their chosen careers. 

She was stunningly beautiful, glamourous in what she wore and never a hair out of place.  I can still hear her coming down the hall in her high heels, she was never ever, and I mean never without a pair of heels on, even in her nightie!  Did I mention that grandpa was 5ft 2in and she was already 5ft 6in bare feet, it didn’t matter, she was happiest in heels and she wore them with grace!  She was the kind of woman that when you saw her in the grocery store or at church, you just stared because she had such a presence about her and a gift for connecting with those around her.  

We lost my grandfather quite a few years ago in 1983, he was 72 years old.  Grandma was still a relatively young woman at that time.  She continued on without him, here in the town that had become her home.  

She was a defining influence on my life and I’ve tried to live up to her example every day.  We lost Margie January 14, 2009, the day after her 87th birthday.  There is so much more I could say about her, her quick wit, her thirst for knowledge and love of playing bridge and Scrabble just to name a few but that still wouldn’t cover as much as she deserves.  Today would have been her 100th birthday, we always had a celebration, this year I’m thinking back to the wonderful things she did with her life all the while being the best dressed in the room!

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