Escape from Dark Places: Guideposts to Hope in an Age of Anxiety & Depression
190Escape from Dark Places: Guideposts to Hope in an Age of Anxiety & Depression
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Overview
A motivating story of triumph over anxiety and depression, "Escape from Dark Places" shares a mother’s journey to find answers to her son’s anxiety and depression. Her discoveries offer a new framework for intergenerational dialogue that will enable all of usparents, grandparents, church leaders, and mentorsto be part of the solution.
Moms and others traditionally sidelined from the recovery process can learn how to play a critical role in empowering young people to:
Accomplish a more stable sense of self to enable feelings of contentment and fulfillment
Filter out the noise of technology and the Information Age to reduce stress and anxiety
Initiate a stronger conversation about prevention and recovery that can better drive attitudinal change
Think about the big life questions that enrich lives with meaning and purpose
Attain real world life skills that enrich interpersonal relationships and promote success in the workplace
"Escape from Dark Places" offers guideposts toward mental and spiritual health that will inspire societal and spiritual reconnections, fight indifference, stop the stigma, and spread hope.
Product Details
ISBN-13: | 9781630477264 |
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Publisher: | Morgan James Publishing |
Publication date: | 06/14/2016 |
Series: | Morgan James Faith Series |
Pages: | 190 |
Product dimensions: | 5.50(w) x 8.40(h) x 0.60(d) |
About the Author
Read an Excerpt
The family flew in from around the country anticipating the quintessential college graduation galaschool colors brightly displayed on caps and gowns, banners and flags; young adults beaming with pride, relief, and measured anticipation; a tossing of tassels followed by an effluence of food, fun, and revelry. While the banners and flags flew high, for our family the spirit of the occasion was laden with sadness and fear.
My son Bryce tried to hide his anguish, but the truth was soon exposed. He choked down the moist, white cake layered with raspberry filling and piled high with whipped cream frosting; he failed to engage in the most trivial conversations; and he responded to gifts and well-wishes with cordial yet forced smiles and thank you'd. Playful badgering from his pint-sized nephew elicited a swift blow that knocked his nephew firmly to the ground. The simplest tasks, such as going to the bank to close accounts, were met with resistance. The heaviness by which Bryce carried himself made it evident that without help from my husband and me, we would not be flying home any time soon.
Bryce graduated with a 3.5 grade point average, but he was not proud of his accomplishments. His father, who had such high hopes for his promising young son and who had worked hard to give him everything he needed and to pay for his education, was brimming with anger and blinded with disappointment. With no context for understanding the source of Bryce’s despair, he lashed out without considering the impact of his harsh words, “Stupid. . .idiot. . .thankless kid. . .,” as Bryce sat despondent in the backseat of the car.
Bryce went out for drinks that night with his brother, so the weight of the situation was temporarily suspended, and we slept. As we drove our oldest son to the airport the following day, he revealed that a few months prior, Bryce had taken a handful of pills in hopes that he would not wake up. My heart sank immediately. I flashed back to those days Bryce and his older sister were in high school when we lived in Virginia. We had bought a big colonial home there so the kids could bring their friends over. Bryce had the entire walkout basement to himself. The desk in his room looked out over the backyard, and the adjoining game room and den with a pool table, an air hockey table, and a big-screen TV led directly outside to the pool. We added a gym, as well, with all the bells and whistlesan exercise machine, a weight bench, dumbbells, foam flooring, mirrors, and another TV.
Bryce stayed downstairs a lot, too much I feared. I knew that he spent much of his time lying on the bed or on the couch, music blaring. But he was doing well at school, and he was playing sports, so what could be wrong? I wondered. We talked about it occasionally. I remember one day in 2007. I was cleaning the garage and stopped to listen to an interview on the radio with Senator Gordon H. Smith. The senator was releasing a book about his twenty-two-year-old son, who had killed himself. I remember him saying that in retrospect, he and his wife could see that there were times when their son had gone to dark places where he could not be reached. Sobbing, I ran downstairs, sat next to Bryce, and asked if he went to those dark places. He told me, “No, Mom,” and laughed as if I were being silly. Somewhat relieved, I finished my outdoor chores. Should I take Bryce to a psychiatrist? I asked myself. If I do, will he be labeled? Will it negatively impact his future? He had assured me he was okay.
Table of Contents
Part 1: My JourneyChapter 1: Graduation
Chapter 2: Healing
Chapter 3: Navigating
Chapter 4: Awareness
Chapter 5: Reframing My Search
Part 2: My Search
Chapter 6: Generational Research
Chapter 7: The Societal Disconnect
Chapter 8: The Spiritual Disconnect
Part 3: A Framework for Action
Chapter 9: Recovery and Prevention
Chapter 10: Guidelines for Effective Intergenerational Dialogue
Chapter 11: Inukshuks to Hope