It was a day of rest.
No running around, no house chores, no place to go.
Well, no place but one.
I needed to pick up my prescriptions.
It was a familiar drive.
A familiar store.
Familiar staff.
Nothing our of the ordinary.
Until I was leaving the pharmacy.
I started to feel a twinge in my stomach.
Then some racing thoughts in my head.
I tried to push them aside but that didn't work.
I used the SASHET feelings list:
Sad, Angry, Scared, Happy, Excited or Tender.
I felt sad and scared.
I couldn't identify where these feelings were coming from.
I noticed food entering my thoughts.
Foods to squelch those feelings.
Potato chips, mostly.
The closer I got to the exit doors, the stronger the panic.
I stopped. I had to have those potato chips.
Again I checked in with my feelings.
I still felt sad and scared.
I decided to make the purchase anyway.
One canister was all I needed.
A flavor I enjoyed.
I paid for them and bagged them.
The panic went away.
I did not eat them until I got home.
I ate them while watching a JFK documentary.
I fell asleep for three hours.
Then I got up and went to bed.
I don't know what was going on.
I don't know where the sadness and fear were coming from.
I do know I eat when I feel those feelings.
Maybe I'll talk about it in therapy.
"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!