I realize that in this blog there are quite a few days
where I have said nothing at all. I had a mental breakdown.
Do you know how hard it is to say that? It is an admission
of helplessness. Doctors couldn't diagnose me correctly.
Doctor after doctor referred me to psychiatrists
because they thought I was crazy or depressed.
Though depression attacks me now and then,
I do not live in a state of depression.
A mental breakdown used to be called a nervous breakdown.
Either is appropriate.
I was also told to do my own research.
The internet is the 'information highway'.
It is also the 'misinformation highway'.
In order to find the right pages,
you need the right doctor.
So I called on Dr. Jesus,
and He sent His Holy Spirit
to guide me in all my ways.
I have been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia.
I have been diagnosed with Osteoarthritis.
So, I am learning to live with pain.
I adapt.
Doctors do not want to hear that.
I don't want to say it.
But it's true.
Why hide behind a mask of "everything's fine",
when it really isn't?
Here I sit, at my little desk,
in my comfy chair and foot rest,
sharing my life and my heart with
whoever chooses to listen.
Some days there will be many posts.
And some days there might be nothing at all.
Seasons of life. Seasons of hope.
Seasons of pain. Seasons of joy.
This is my season of sharing.
May you be blessed.
