My session today with Faith was like pulling steel out of concrete. My thoughts were jumbled as I struggled to find the right words to describe how I was feeling. I hate days like today.
I know feeling down adds difficulty to (what should be) easy reasoning. When I feel my eyes darting from side to side I know my cognitive thinking is impaired. It may last for a few minutes or a few days. I'm not aware if I have control over it.
Taking my medication doesn't seem to help. I have times when I become overwhelmed in thought and want to check out from interacting with people. Just let me live away from people so I can think straight. But then again, there are no guarantees this new lifestyle would prevent these episodes from happening.
I remembered another reason I am struggling with eating a little too much. I received a call from a girl who used to be a friend. I screen all of my calls. When I saw her name on Caller ID I felt panic. I did not answer the phone.
Instead I covered my ears as my answering machine picked up the call. I could barely hear her voice. I knew I was in no condition to listen to anyone about anything. That was a couple days ago. I still haven't listened to the message.
I feel no sense of urgency to listen to it. A couple of years ago, our friendship ended badly. She hurt me deeply. She apologized a couple years later. I forgave her.
I've learned that forgiving someone does not mean you throw your hat back in the ring. I cautiously told her she could call me if she needed anything knowing my boundaries are in place. I want a friendship with her again but not one that is deep.
When Faith and I were talking about loss, I remembered this person was a hurtful loss. In the end she was mean. She did not do anything like Jesus would. And yes, she is a Christian.
I have no best friend anymore. She could have been but I've really only had one best friend. Our friendship dissolved when my mental illness and self-injury became too much for her. I decided to leave when she couldn't spend time with me outside of her grand kids. I always knew that was going to happen.
I guess the losses I'm feeling are: physical strength, mental clarity, grief and trust.
I hope my mind clears up soon.
"In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith, of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire, may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed." (1 Pet 1:6-7 NIV)
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!