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!

Thursday, July 31, 2014

One More Day

The closer it gets to Friday, the better I feel.  The last 10 days have been rough.  With the disappearance of my cat and my therapist on a mission trip, it felt like two big losses at one time.

I can feel my energy returning.  I'm forcing myself to go outside, go to a movie or two and distract myself in other ways.  I don't like being out of the house so much.  I feel scared.

I don't know what to write about.  Two friends have been having some struggles.  I wish I knew them better so I could help.  What would I do?  I would listen and give them each a hug.

I think I should eat dinner.  I've eaten too much popcorn this week.  I can feel it. I didn't put any butter or salt on it.  I think I was giving myself something for the sad feelings.

I'll be okay.  I prayed for Faith every morning and evening.  I did the best I could do.  I know God was interceding on my behalf.  He's so faithful when we are weak.

Yes, I shall order dinner.  I'm down to apples and peanut butter which ain't gonna cut it tonight.

Good night, Lord.