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!

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

SASHET

I'm still wondering what's churning inside of me.  I don't want to be with anyone.  I want to isolate in my home, not answer the phone and curl up under the covers.

I don't feel depressed though I wonder with the cloudy gray skies if SAD has something to do with it.  I'm trying not to over think it.  Let's see if I can identify the feelings.

The method I'll be using was created by my therapist, Faith Gallup, LCSW.  She calls it SACHET.

Sad?  Yes, for sure.  I had a best friend for the better part of 10 years.  She's been in my dreams and in my thoughts. This is the same person I'm referencing below.  It's also the beginning of the holiday season.  With the feelings of my Dad being stirred up, it adds to the loss of him, Cathy, and Aaron.  Third, my friend Laurie who disappeared last year has disappeared again.  I have to do something about that.

Angry?  Yeah, a little bit here, too.  Even though my car is paid off I still have some obligations.  I want to be able to get the things I need and maybe one or two things I want.  Nothing extravagant, just simple fun.  Then I received a request to give money toward a missions trip from someone I've had no relationship with for at least 3-5 years.  I'm good enough to ask for money but not good enough to have a friendship?

Scared?  Yeah, a little bit.  Sometimes the cold weather scares me because I'm afraid of falling and hurting my back.  But that hasn't happened so it's not a credible fear.

Happy?  Not really.

Excited?  About Feed My Starving Children, yes.

Tender?  Yes, toward Pam as she's struggling with her Prescription D phone calls.  I was able to give her comfort and support.  I gave her a plan which we will do together next week.

It looks as if I have more feelings than I originally thought.  That was a good exercise.  I'm too tired to do the next step of developing a problem solving plan.

Maybe in a day or two.