I'm feeling closer to God these days. Not sure why. I spent a small amount of time reading the Bible, I'm listening to more Christian music yet I still haven't made it to church. Two out of three ain't bad.
I started writing again. I'm working on Erik's personality. So far I have it divided into four segments. I'm trying to list who he was for each one. How he felt, what he did, etc.. I'm hoping to have it done in the next couple of days then work on chapter two.
I'm pretty tired. Not sure why. I'm going to therapy and to group. I'm doing what I need to do and getting done what I've been putting off. I guess I'm just tired.
Don't have much else to say.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Witnessing An Attack
Two weeks ago I joined my family at Six Flags Great America's theme park. I was hanging with the four younger girls. We enjoyed some rides together. Most of the time I people watched because the girls wanted to ride roller coasters. I did not expect to witness a physical attack. I did not expect to jump into action.
Since that day, I've been working through ptsd flashbacks. I've engaged in some overeating. I was able to celebrate 4 years of sobriety. I was able to talk to Faith about it Thursday morning. I've been making progress and making some good choices. I'm putting into practice the new tools I've been taught about how to handle stress. Overall, I'm doing okay now.
Witnessing the attack was scary. Not doing anything to help the victim and his children was not an option. I sprang into action seconds after the assault began. I did not freeze, I did not run away, I did not wait for someone else to do something to stop it. I fought for them. I fought hard.
There was a time when I would have froze in fear. Not wanting to get involved for fear I might be next. But something in me decided to fight. To risk becoming involved for the sake of anothers safety. I did not put myself in the middle of the attack. Instead, God used me to prevent further injury. I went into protection mode just like I did for my sisters and my mom.
I'm so grateful God worked out all things for His good. It could have gone much differently. Thanks to the therapy work I've been doing for so long and the quickness of security showing up, the family (I hope) was able to get the help they needed.
I know I did.
Since that day, I've been working through ptsd flashbacks. I've engaged in some overeating. I was able to celebrate 4 years of sobriety. I was able to talk to Faith about it Thursday morning. I've been making progress and making some good choices. I'm putting into practice the new tools I've been taught about how to handle stress. Overall, I'm doing okay now.
Witnessing the attack was scary. Not doing anything to help the victim and his children was not an option. I sprang into action seconds after the assault began. I did not freeze, I did not run away, I did not wait for someone else to do something to stop it. I fought for them. I fought hard.
There was a time when I would have froze in fear. Not wanting to get involved for fear I might be next. But something in me decided to fight. To risk becoming involved for the sake of anothers safety. I did not put myself in the middle of the attack. Instead, God used me to prevent further injury. I went into protection mode just like I did for my sisters and my mom.
I'm so grateful God worked out all things for His good. It could have gone much differently. Thanks to the therapy work I've been doing for so long and the quickness of security showing up, the family (I hope) was able to get the help they needed.
I know I did.
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