When I was still a perfect parent--living under my parents' roof, wearing clothes they bought for me, talking on the phone (a landline!) they paid for; I swore I would never treat my children the way my parents treated me. I wouldn't keep my children from doing what they wanted, make them do chores, or tell them no. I would be different. I'd understand them, and treat them with "respect".
Today, I'm feeling great, and that knowledge can lull me into a false sense of security. It can cause me to forget the way I feel when it isn't sunny and beautiful. Sunlight therapy isn't enough, and neither is the medication I gave in and started taking two years ago. I need God to help me through this, the same way I need Him in every aspect of my life.
Anxiety can make you feel like you're all alone in a room full of people, while simultaneously drowning you in wave after wave of everyone else's needs and wants.
Darkness was overtaking me and I felt like I was drowning in a pit with no way to free myself. I needed help in a BIG way.
I've fallen behind on chronicling my walk of Faith, not because it isn't important to me--it truly is. The last several weeks have been crazy, busy, and emotionally draining. My father was diagnosed with Prostate Cancer, so we've been going through the steps to start treatment. There has been a lot of prayers coming from… Continue reading Falling Behind