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, March 22, 2014

Spilling It


When the sun rises quietly and is hiding behind the clouds,
The air is filled with music, the bird songs morning sound.  
The afternoon sky is bright again and is beaming rays on high, 
Now it's time for nightfall as the stars gracefully fill our sky.



Transition.....

What did I do today?
Did I go outside?
Who did I talk to?
Did I do any writing for God's book?
Where was my mind?
Did I use my brain constructively?
How was I a witness for Jesus?
Did I manage the depression well?
When did I feel safe or less safe?
Did I do something for someone else?
Why did I choose to make good decisions today?

Transition.....

Acceptance, Believe, Comfort, Danger, Effort, Family, Grace, Hope, Incest, Jokes, Kill, Learn, Mad, Nope, Others, Protection, Quiet, Risk, Sisters, Tears, Usual, Waiting.

Transition.....

Dear God,
Today is one of those days when I don't know why I'm here.  I'm not feeling suicidal or anything like that.  I know you want me to write my story but I keep getting hung up.  Today I feel lost.  I feel unsettled inside.  I felt scared when I took the garbage out.  I don't know what to do.  The depression is still here.  I can hide it for a period of time but then it comes back.  All I want to do is sit on my couch and fade into nothing.  I know that's not your will for me.  Now what?
Love Amy

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