I was 28 years old when we found out I was pregnant with my second son. This wasn't a planned pregnancy. We truly didn’t think we were able to have kids, as my son’s father struggled with a severe form of Crohn’s disease that had compromised his health at different points in his/our life. I, personally, had a diagnosed "mood disorder," and my first pregnancy was a huge emotional struggle. For the first time in ages, I had to discontinue mood medications, for the safety of the pregnancy. Things were relatively stable in my life at this time, though I am positive some of my family members (and my youngest's father) would likely disagree, that is how my brain remembers it now.
One night shortly after discontinuing medications, I laid in bed with my 4 year old son, Sam. He was fast asleep. The closet light was on, as I woke to a woman's voice. I walked through the entire house trying to find out where that voice was coming from. I wasn't afraid. I finally landed in the bathroom, facing the shower. The shower curtain was stretched across the length of the tub, I placed my hand on the fabric preparing to yank it open, as I heard a lion roar so loudly, I was paralyzed and POSITIVE there was a sabre tooth tiger alive behind that curtain. At this point, I was unnerved. And then I realized I wasn’t alone. She identified herself as Susan, or Suzanne, and spoke of Superman. I never did pull back that curtain. I crawled back into bed, unafraid, but more concerned than anything, that I would need to make yet another, psychiatry appointment very soon. You see from the ages of 16 up until this pregnancy, I had been highly medicated for what the doctors and therapists believed to be "Bipolar Disorder Type II."
Three days went by. I did make an appointment with my therapist, but I told no one of my communication with "Susan." Three days later, I emailed my significant other, and explained exactly what had been happening. I was so sheepish about this, and concerned that he too, may fear for the safety of our unborn child, as I was clearly hallucinating.
He was unexpectedly home within the hour. He had tears in his eyes, as he explained to me that his grandmother's name was Susan, and she was one of the few people that had known he wished to name is first born son, after his favorite childhood comic book superhero, Superman, aka Kal-El. His grandmother had died a few years prior. He went onto explain that he and his mother, were/are intuitive. He had experiences with the dead, but his mother, Nancy Ray, had worked for the Madison Police Department, assisting in murder investigations such as Jayme Closs’s initial disappearance. That being said, when their family lost their matriarch, no one was able to clearly reach her departed soul, until now. It meant the world to all of us, that she came through, and allowed us to know, that she was aware of our growing, healthy, "Superman." Additionally, we went on to findout our son would be born in August 2010, he would astrologically, be a Leo (=Lion Roaring), like his Mama.
This was in so many ways, a beginning for me, but also an ending. An end to medications, the term "bipolar," unhealthy relationships and the beginning of a journey home to myself. Without the support of my son's family all of those years ago, I never would have allowed myself to become what I am today. I am not sure what ignited with me, as I carried this small human, but CalEl William was born August 21, 2010. He changed the trajectory of my life and I have never looked back. I was not born a Medium, but when “the lights came on,” I did not turn away from this unique part of myself. And in the months to come, we would find out I was not only suddenly hearing the dead, I was ALSO, "Suddenly Psychic....." What an amazing decade it has been since all these years ago.
By Melanie Fritz
I am a single mom to TWO amazing humans and a Professional Medium. There is nothing more important to me than my boys and my work. We are a (relatively) normal family, with an open heart. We live and breathe to help people heal uniquely in this world.