About This Blog

My blog shares my recovery journey from childhood abuse to living with mental illness. I've been involved in twelve step groups and therapy since 1982. I accepted Jesus as my Savior in 1988. To the best of my ability, I have followed where He wants me to go and what He wants me to do. Maybe you'll find the hope and strength you need through what I write. Maybe you want to stop hurting yourself. Maybe you have a friend who needs help and can benefit from my story. I was newly disabled when I asked God this question: "What do you want me to do with my life?" I closed my eyes and paused for a few moments to still my mind. This is what I sensed from Him: "Amy, I want you to write your story to bring hope and healing to those who are still suffering." And that's exactly what I am doing!

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Dreams

Not feeling well today.

Having some whacked out dreams.  Vivid ones.  Dreamt my mom died from a preventable heart attack.  I could still talk to her until she was embalmed.  That will be my greatest loss when it happens.

Dreamt I was hiking with a dear friend.  We went up to the mountains where there was a really cool light display and mirror pool.  We decided to walk to the city.  Taking an elevator to the top of a high rise building, all of a sudden the wind started swaying the building.  I looked out the window and saw a white tornado.  Along with others I watched it head right toward us.  Somehow I saw it go through the high rise next to us.  Lots of destruction.

I'm used to dreaming about tornadoes. They usually represent chaos or great fear in my life.  I'm not sure I'm having either of those.  Maybe.

Going to take it easy today.
Not sure what's going on.
Don't feel like eating.