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, October 06, 2013

Fear of Going Outside

I'm trying to work through the fear of leaving the house and going "out there."  I'm trying to work through the fear of having lunch with a dear friend tomorrow.  The body feelings are the same:  panicky, nervous, shaky, stomach tenses, feet a little numb.  Want to curl up on the couch and hide.

This is a frequent occurrence.  I don't like to go places by myself too often.  Not unless I know for sure I'll be safe (sisters house, therapist office, library).  These are environments where I know nothing bad will happen to me.  And if my safety would be threatened, I would have people watching out for me.  I wouldn't be alone trying to defend myself.

Since I've felt this way for a few days, I'm going to send my friend a note.  She knows this happens and understands why I have to change it.  I'm just not up for being in too much public.  In fact, I feel better already.

Breathe.  I need to do more of it.