At a Glance
One day, not so long ago, my older daughter asked me if I was glad that I had children (the topic of my book getting the best of her, I think). "Of course!" I responded instantly and with a hint of indignation. There is no question that my children saturate my life with laughter, joy, and pride. They are the best part of my life. But there is a "however," and it comes in right about now.
However, I am more than Mommy, and I need more than being a mommy in order to satisfy the many aspects of me. I realized long ago that I missed using my clinical skills as a social worker/grief counselor to help people face the grand challenges that accompany loss, grief, and bereavement. I also missed the powerful effect of my Neuro-Linguistic Programming skills, which had once served to help those looking to expand their lives through better communication skills or identifying their core values and goals. I suppose I started writing Missing In Action as an outlet for my feelings and my need to understand the complexities of motherhood.
Early on, I think I made a big mistake by anticipating “the hardest job in the world” (a la Oprah) by only visualizing the physical demands of childcare, and not how motherhood would affect me emotionally, psychologically, mentally, socially, spiritually, sexually, and financially. In my worst moments, I was seriously affected and suffered terribly. I was having what I referred to as DBBs (daily breakdown breaks), I lost interest in sex, hobbies, and my friendships, my self-esteem plummeted, and I became paralyzed by my “condition.” I actually considered packing my bags and running away from home, but I never left.
Instead, I began to talk about my feelings and was shocked by the number of mothers who felt the same way. Too intrigued to let it go, I conducted interviews and took notes on what mothers were saying; I recorded their symptoms and private thoughts as if there might be a common denominator among us. I spent the last three years writing about the results of my “research,” which exposes something I think society would rather deny. And that is, grief finds its way to mothers when they lose touch with valuable aspects of their former lives and selves. With this finding, I recognized the need for a book like Missing In Action in the public domain, and my mission began to inform and educate mothers, their families, and the health care professionals who provide services to them.
I hope to enlighten those who read Missing In Action and empower the mothers who feel overwhelmed. However, this book is not a substitute for professional medical advice, as conditions such as clinical depression go well beyond the scope of MIA. Should persistent thoughts of “running away” or great emotional pain exist, I urge mothers to seek the help available through their private physicians.

