pain – The road less traveled

The Threshing Sledge

As I read today’s Our Daily Bread devotion, tears streamed down my face. The author wrote about a bear cub that was rescued and how it did not want to let go of the man who rescued him. I started to reflect on my own journey and how much I have needed Jesus for so much of my life. The more I study God’s Word and learn about Jesus, the more I want to surrender to Him.

In the first few verses of Psalm 55, David is pleading to God: “Listen to my prayer, O God, do not ignore my plea; hear me and answer me. My thoughts trouble me and I am distraught…My heart is in anguish within me; the terrors of death have fallen on me. Fear and trembling have beset me; horror has overwhelmed me. I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest.” (V. 1-2, 4-6)

After I experienced a nervous breakdown and developed General Anxiety Disorder, I experienced desperation as my body and mind broke down. The enemy used this as an opportunity to destroy me. My thoughts became dark, disturbing and very troubling. I began to experience panic episodes because they scared me and made me feel like I was losing my mind. I was desperate and pleaded with God. I became very fearful, my body trembled, my neck spasms increased and I could not sleep.

Shame from the darkness of my thoughts crept in and I could not read my Bible. I began to feel separate and forsaken by God for the first time in my life. I thought often of fleeing like a dove to find the rest I desperately needed. This eventually lead to a failed suicide attempt.

I didn’t know how much I needed God until He met me at rock bottom. In my darkest moment, when the people around me seemed so cruel and uncaring, God was there. No one really knows what it is like to suffer from extreme anxiety and panic disorder unless they have been there. I do not want anyone else to know the agony and loneliness associated with it.

Once I settled in back home and started the long process of healing, I relied heavily upon Jesus. I got down on my knees and prayed when the anxiety and depression began to feel overwhelming. “Evening, morning and noon I cry out in distress, and He hears my voice.” (v. 17)

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God heard me and answered me. He brought a caregiver into my life to help with Drew and she has become my best friend and mentor, along with her wonderful husband. The have led me on a faith walk that has catapulted me into places I thought I would never see. She has been alongside of me as I have been on the threshing floor. https://youtu.be/s6CxzZvkUtA?si=8rASA92G9zVK1fyU

I began to learn what it means to surrender my life to God and the Holy Spirit. “Cast your cares on the Lord and He will sustain you; He will never let the righteous be shaken.” (v. 22) As I have surrendered more, doors have been opening left and right. I have joined a small bible study group, been invited to coffee with new friends, received an outpouring of support and love during the most difficult moments and started serving at church. I have experienced the power of the Holy Spirit as I have given over the reigns of my life to Jesus.

This hasn’t been without pain. I have felt like I have been under the threshing sled, but it has refined me. The trauma and emotion that have been held down for most of my life has surfaced and I have been seeing a therapist to learn how to deal with them.

God knows how long I need to go through this. At the same time, I have felt release from fear that cannot be explained away by medication alone. As I have been taking anxiety medications, I have also had to make lifestyle changes and align my thinking and my life up with the Word of God. I know that God will deliver me, and eventually, I will no longer need them.

If you are suffering from anxiety, depression or suicidal thoughts, please reach out. It may feel like there is no hope but there is – His Name is Jesus. You can call 988, your counselor, a friend or go to your local emergency room. You are not crazy, you will not be put into a padded room. I had to stay at an inpatient unit twice and it was scary. I look back at it now and realize that it saved my life. You are loved more than you can imagine!!!

Your healing is ahead, your dreams are in front of you; they are just obscured by the noise in your head caused by trauma, stress and years of repressed emotions. It’s okay to take medication if you need to because it helps you do the work – praying, studying God’s Word, journaling, talking it out, learning how to process emotions and taking care of yourself. You matter!!! You are LOVED!!!

You are never alone! My next post, when I am ready, will be the most difficult, real post I have written.

Grief, Interrupted

The year after Christian passed away was extremely painful, but thanks to the strength and comfort of God, we made it through a day at a time. Dave’s job became extremely demanding in the following month after we lost our boy. He went with the flow for the next several months but by summer, working 14 hour days was not enough for the company, so he had to leave. The following September, Dave suggested I call the company that I worked at before leaving in 2005 to care for the boys’ increasing needs. I called them, dropped off my resume, and everything fell into place. I was terrified because I had been out of the work force for so long but I was also thrilled and very thankful for the opportunity to work for my family again.

About a week into my return to work came the first anniversary of Christian’s passing. Dave suggested that I go to work because the distraction might be good for me. I lasted about five minutes. Over the first few months I experienced a lot of nervousness each morning before I left for work and I started to experience slight anxiety when I performed certain job duties. I thought nothing of it because all jobs come with stress and anxiety. By summer, my anxiety increased and depression started to weigh me down. I started becoming emotional about things that normally would not make me so upset. I began to worry about the most ridiculous things, which fed my anxiety.

I took the second anniversary of Christian’s passing off along with what would be his 22nd birthday. I spent the greater part of that fall in a state of sadness as I remembered the days leading up to his passing. By Christmas my emotional problems worsened and the anxiety led to panic episodes the following spring. I took a few days off and started seeing a counselor. This slowly started to help and I really thought I was going to start feeling like myself again.

About two months later, I started to experience tightness in my neck. I associated it with ergonomics at work and tried carrying things differently, sitting up straighter, etc.. By fall, my neck worsened and the spasms set in. I kept working hard and doing everything I could to keep up with the workload. I also started acupuncture and massage therapy. My condition worsened to such an extent that I was having trouble eating, driving, and putting my makeup on. I did not receive a diagnosis and treatment until March of this year. I was confident that the treatment would help and things would go back to normal again.

The first set of injections only made my condition worse and I had to take a month long medical leave. Before I requested the medical leave I had a major panic episode and my good friend and neighbor stayed with me for a few hours. Before she dropped me off at home she looked at me and said that “my kettle blew.” She said that at the botton of the kettle was grief and stacked on top of that was my illness, worry for my son and husband, and the stress of my career. She said I needed to deal with the loss of my son by joining a grief group and learning about the stages of grief. It was at that point that I realized that I hadn’t been grieving since I returned to work. The fear, anxiety, and massive change I went through interruped the grieving process. I ended up leaving my job shortly after my medical leave.

It is easy to associate depression with loss – losing a child is devastating and I experienced days and moments of sadness that I thought would crush me. Ongoing depression that does not let up, however, is a sign that a person is not grieving in a healthy way. I had days that were harder – the pain felt more raw and I would cry, but I really thought I was moving forward and healing from the loss. There was so much going on in my life, so much change, that the grief and pain ended up buried underneath of it all. Unfortunately, it took an illness to open my eyes and see that I still have some grief work to do. Perhaps this blog post is a way of moving forward.

It may seem easier at the time to run away from the pain, bury it by keeping busy, or to tell everyone we are fine, but in the long run it can have devastating effects on our emotional, physical and spiritual health. I encourage you to reach out to friends, family, your pastor, grief counselors, or write it all down in a journal. Don’t bury your pain. Go through it so the pain doesn’t end up being wasted. Perhaps making it to the other side of difficulties makes us stronger so we can in turn help others who are hurting. Christian was my son, friend, and my teacher. I love him too much to waste the pain of losing him.

Light at the end of the Tunnel

I went for a walk this morning on the River’s Edge Trail, which runs along the bank of the Missouri River. The leaves were glowing a brilliant yellow and several birds flew ahead of me along the way – a magpie, a robin and a chickadee. The way the sun hit the trees on top of the hill and how it caused the foilage at the side of the trail to glow took my breath away. I am almost overwhelmed at times with the beauty of God’s creation. Since losing my son in 2014, I see things with different eyes. I went on a walk with a friend who also lost a son, and we agreed that it’s almost like layers have been peeled away and everything we see is blindingly beautiful compared to how we saw it before.

There have been many days over the last year, however, when I have been engulfed in darkness. I have experienced the dark night of the soul and experienced pain so intense that I just couldn’t stand being me. During the first year after losing Christian, I did what one of my grief books recommended, which was to lean into the grief. This meant that I cried the tears I needed to cry and felt what I needed to feel. I leaned on God constantly, read His word more than once a day for a while, and prayed often. He has done a great healing in me that I will never forget.

The darkness set in during the second year. Taking care of my youngest son, Andrew, although difficult to do while processing the tragedy of losing Christian, gave me purpose and something to focus on. I still felt important and needed. When I returned to work after over 10 years, everything I had ever believed about myself was dramatically changed. All of a sudden my husband was taking care of Drew, cooking meals and cleaning the house – things I have done since we married in 1992. Suddenly I had no idea who I was.

Rather than turning to God in prayer and to His Word and reaching out to supportive friends, I turned inward and started defining myself by how the world viewed me and by what I did each day. I felt unimportant and lost. I stopped blogging because of the fear of what people would think if they knew I was in so much pain. I didn’t want to be a downer by writing about the darkness and sadness.

The truth is that without darkness, we are unable to learn what needs to be brought into the light and healed. The pain and difficulty we endure becomes life experience, and although we would rather aviod it, we can use it to help others. Sharing my broken heart can actually help someone else who is going through their own personal tragedy.

As much as I want to be done grieving, I am not. As Marianne Williamson states in Tears to Triumph, “it (grief) is a process – not an event- best served when we surrender to it fully. Grief allows us to process incrementally what might be too shocking to the system to have to process all at once.” Tears are nothing to be ashamed of, especially when they are for someone we cherished and loved so much who is not longer with us. They wash away layers from the heart and help us to see everything with new eyes. As I continue to cross this vast sea of grief, I will share the lessons learned and the things that God wants to show me in hopes that I can help others know that no matter how deep the sadness, there is a light at the end of the tunnel.