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“Mommy, what is that?”

“It’s Mommy’s medicine for her anxiety. It’s one of the ways that God helps me.” 

It seemed like a simple response, and he took the answer without having any further questions. 

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For some, that answer may have been sugar-coated or bypassed. For some, they may not even take medication in front of their children, especially medication that is used for a mental illness. They may hide their medicine in the closet or the top drawer of their dresser. 

Because they don’t want anyone to know they need medicine to cope every day. 

But after I was thinking about this more–thinking about what I want my children to know about mental illness–it became even more important that they know my struggles. If I’m not open about it and I don’t talk about it with them, then if the day comes that they’re struggling with it too, they’re going to stay silent. 

They’ll think they have to suffer in silence or that it’s just not something we talk about with other people. 

They may think people who take medication or seek help for that sort of thing show a sign of weakness. 

They may even buy into the stigma that it’s a sign of weak faith, and they may not be educated on the physical aspects of the brain and that mental illness is just that–an illness. 

No, I don’t want any of that to happen. 

If my children ever struggle with a mental illness, I want them to come to me with it and to seek help. 

I want them to know that it’s OK to take medication to treat a mental illness and that it’s not something to be ashamed of. 

I want them to know God does not fault us for the faults that are wrong with our bodies and that He still loves us. 

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I want them to know mental illness is not something to hide and that there is no reason to suffer in silence or to go at it alone. 

So I’m going to keep taking my medication in front of my kids and having conversations with them as they grow up. 

I’m going to continue keeping it real about mental illness with my kids because mental illness is real.

Originally published on the author’s Facebook page

Courtney Devich

I am a mom of two little ones (God blessed me with one of each) and a former HR leader turned stay-at-home mom. I write with a heart for the mom struggling with mental illness, but I write about all things motherhood, faith, and marriage. You can usually find me in the Starbucks line at my local Target, watching "Fixer Upper," or chasing after a toddler (or two) in my home in Michigan.

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