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!

Saturday, February 01, 2014

A Friend and a Meal


I'm meeting a dear friend for dinner.
She started a new job at the beginning of the year.
We haven't had a deep conversation in a few weeks.
I find I'm a little anxious.

The anxiety comes from socializing.
My fear is the mental illness will show up.
Another fear is I'll say something off the wall.
I don't recall it happening for awhile.



I always have to remind myself that she loves me.
She's seen a lot and has chosen to stay.
Her friendship feels warm and safe.
It's okay if something weird happens.

Most of the time I try to think about what to talk about.
This time I have quite a bit.
I need her counsel.
She's easy to ask for advice.

I do a lot of listening.
It's amazing how comfortable she feels talking to me.
I don't give myself enough credit.
I'm her friend.

I'm trying to relax.
She'll be here to pick me up.
I'm using some coping tools.
I'm going to be just fine.

Thank you, God, for my dear friend.