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!

Wednesday, December 02, 2015

Carpal Tunnel Surgery

  I'm sitting in a parking lot where a friend is seeing a doctor. I decided not to go in because of my anxiety related to my carpal tunnel surgery on Friday. It's much easier to sit in the car and be in denial that it is to go into the doctors office who's going to be doing my surgery.  My mood has been swinging up down and sideways. I think it's because I didn't take enough time out for myself in the last two weeks. I also know that surgery hurts because I've had a few. This one is not going to be nearly as extensive yet I still have to have a twilight anesthesia and I won't have use of my hand for a few days.  I'm going to be asking for help because I won't be able to clean out the cat litter boxes for probably a week and that will be with my left hand. At least I'll get some rest and a decent amount of time off where I won't have to function. I'm looking forward it.  To laying on the couch or in my bed watching movies or doing some other stuff will be good.  I know God has everything under control yet I am concerned that the surgery will not work which could inhibit the writing of my book. But I have this close group of friends who have promised that this book will be written even if it's them who put it together. It's my hope that as I raise my hand to God that he would heal it completely and then the possibility of doing the same with my left hand. My life has been one of strife. And each time I got his help to see me through so that I can fulfill his purpose that he has placed inside of me when he created me. And that's the hope once again that I have to hold onto.