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!

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Possible Hospitalization

I have a feeling when I see my psychiatrist in a couple of days he's going to recommend I be hospitalized.  Not because my eating disorder is out of control.  Not because I've self-injured.  Not because I am having suicidal thoughts.  I haven't done or had any of those.  It's because my medication is not doing it's job and the side effects are a little rough.

Sometimes I sit back, close my eyes and picture myself at Alexian Brothers in the general psych unit.  I enter into the feelings of safety, security and another chance to learn more about my mental illness.  I can always use more tools in my toolbox.

Bipolar, Borderline Personality Disorder, hearing voices, Major Depressive Disorder, Panic, Anxiety, PTSD, eating disorder and some agoraphobia.  I'm a mess.

Here's a great song by Rebecca St. James.