Don’t Be a Tree

Don’t Be A Tree!

I am a Warrior Mom. What does that mean? It means that I suffered from and survived postpartum depression. In my case, it also means that I am a mom of children who have special needs. That one sentence defined me for years. I was stuck, isolated, pissed off, and afraid. I was a tree. Our entire family was suffering. Our lives were not being lived, they were being endured. Everything was out of control.

I knew in order for things to change I had to figure out what the actual f@-! was going on. It took me about a year and a half of soul searching and bi-weekly therapy sessions just to catch my breath and then another year or two to remember to exhale. That was the easy part. Then I had to keep breathing while fighting to acquire the services and supports we needed to make the changes necessary for lasting  growth in our family.

Figuring out how to get the help our family needs is a full time job. It’s my full time job. The systems in place to help families are incredibly difficult to identify and access. To make matters more complicated, I was elbow deep in depression, anxiety, PTSD, and PPD for the first 6 years of motherhood. Fighting for the needs of my children while battling depression and anxiety is the hardest thing I have ever done.  Those years are a blur, I remember only bits and pieces, flashes of birthday parties and holidays. For so long we seemed to be living life on a roller coaster, our emotions taking us in each and every direction without any sense of stability or predictability at all. The courage and grit needed to fight through my depression so I can do what it takes to help our family grow is an ongoing battle that I know will be a part of my life forever.

The Change I want to see in our life is less serious and anger and more silly and happy. I will do anything to make it happen. I have changed the food we eat, the activities we engage in, the words we use. We have made so much progress.We still have a long way to go.  Part of it, I am sure, is that there is not one recipe to follow. There are so many outside factors involved! It doesn’t help that the ingredients necessary to make lasting progress change with the seasons!

I guess that means that we need to continue to change as well. I have been, it’s exhausting y’all. We all need and deserve some understanding and compassion.

The hardest part, for me, is that the changing, growing, and adjusting, occurs at such a rapid rate. I don’t get to enjoy the present very often. I am so focused on the things that I want to change that it feels like I am distracted all of the time. It is relentless. It is so easy to get pulled into the dark tunnel of defeat and self loathing. I need my tribe to stay productive and present.

The Find Your Magic Mama Tribe.  girls-1919654__340

Does this sound familiar? Maybe you’re stuck? Please reach out if you even think you are. This may sound crazy to some of you but the last two people I turned to during this time  were my mom and my husband. For me, it was too hard to let it all out in the middle of our daily lives and way too easy to just lash out at them. That made it super easy to avoid doing the real work I needed to do. I was too afraid to openly share with my friends, I mean who wants to hang out with Debby Downer all the time!? Plus-what would they think? I mean really!?!

Instead, I got myself a great therapist. I sought out others who were going through similar things. I went on a writing retreat. I went on a religious retreat. I started following amazing people writing raw and powerful blogs. Little by little I started to feel a noticeable change.
I found the experiences that I connected to and started seeking them out. It is going to be different for all of us. Instead of therapy and blogs some will begin to heal through church and running or reading and playing darts. How we heal is not the point. The point is, we figure out whatever it is that helps us heal, in a healthy way, and then we go and do that. In the meantime, let’s practice being kind to each other and, most importantly, ourselves.



Published by tarsha benevento

I am an educator who thrives on helping others. I spent close to 15 years teaching and then as an administrator in the New York City Public School System. During that time I completed my first Masters Degree in Teaching Reading and and additional degree in administration. I currently tutor students in all subjects and grades. In addition, after completing the Parent Advocacy Class with The Federation of Children with Special Needs several years ago, I am a parent advocate. I plan to dedicate my time to helping other families of children with special needs.

4 thoughts on “Don’t Be a Tree

  1. Just read your latest. While I haven’t suffered like you, I have a bit. Not sure if you know but my youngest Jack who is 8 has autism. It’s been a journey as well and everyday is a new adventure. Reach out if you ever need someone. We used to be really good for each other.

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  2. Just read your latest. While I haven’t suffered like you, I have a bit. Not sure if you know but my youngest Jack who is 8 has autism. It’s been a journey as well and everyday is a new adventure. Reach out if you ever need someone. We used to be really good for each other.

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    1. Hey there. Can’t tell if my original response to this posted. I would love to reconnect. ❤️I didn’t know that Jack had autism. 💙 I would love to hear how the journey has been for him and you and JR and see how you guys have been. My cell number is the same. Shoot me a text if you want and maybe we can figure out a time to chat. Xoxo


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