Eight months before Logan died in a truck crash, he wrote me a letter on my 54th birthday. He had no money to buy me a gift, but his words and the love behind them meant more than all the money in the world. For those of you who knew him, you will discover he wrote the way he talked.
I just wanted you to know that you are the best person in my life and I mean it. I’m not just saying this because it’s your birthday, but mom, I am the luckiest son in the whole entire universe to have such a wonderful mom, like you.
You have always been there for me through thick and thin. You have put so much of your finances, energy and time into me for my well-being and you love me more than anything else in this whole world. Honestly, it took me a long time for to me to realize that, but I just want you to know that I don’t doubt your love one bit for me. And don’t you doubt my love for you too mom.
Honestly, I love you and my poppa-daddy more than anything else in this universe. You are on my mind all the time and I worry a lot about you too. You are my only mother and not only that, you are the best mother in the whole wide world. Another thing for you to know, you can always talk to me when your mind is not in the best spot. I know you have your struggles too.
Once I am emotionally, physically, mentally and financially stabilized, I will give you my time, energy and ultimate love, a lot like how you gave it to me. I probably won’t come close! because, of all of what you have done for me! But, I’m always going to be in your life, despite our ups and downs.
I’m here now mom and I am always going to be here for you. One more thing, I want to promise you that as long as you are alive, I’m going to be alive and I will cherish the moments in life, like what you and Nan want me to.
Happy Birthday mom. I love you so much.
Battling an eating disorder and mental illness
Logan was 18-years-old when he wrote this and was working his way through to recovering from a deadly eating disorder and self harm brought on by debilitating depression and anxiety. Logan suffered from mental illness at no fault of his own. He inherited it from both sides of the family and made worse by the sudden loss of his father (poppa-daddy) Ron. He died by suicide when Logan was 9.
Logan was held accountable for his recovery. And that was a hard and long journey for him.
We had our ups and downs as mother and son battling his mental illness together. Not all of his letters, texts and messages to me were loving. Trust me on that one! I knew his pain was writing the bad ones.
It was difficult to get treatment and help for Logan. I could not find adequate care in Virginia, so we spent part of our lives in Colorado and Utah where there are more options for treatment.
When Logan returned home to Virginia last June, the health care options for him were near zero. He still needed more help and he realized that. He was about to embark on his next move to recovery. Logan was always the come back kid. When I saw that spark in his eyes, he got those running shoes on and away he went…. in Logan’s shoes.
Shortly after Logan turned 14-years-old, he started to show signs of depression and anxiety, which later evolved into a dangerous eating disorder, self-harm and eventually borderline personality disorder. Usually families hide mental illness under the rug. I am sick and tired of that. It’s time to get out in the open with mental illness and addictions. It is just as serious as cancer, diabetes or any other chronic, deadly illness.