Bipolar, but still Christian : Just Another Challege

 I have come to believe that I don’t have thick skin for a reason. I am a Caregiver at heart. I am thankful though that I finally have a few people in my life that are willing to love me through my imperfections. There are some people who maybe haven’t forgiven me because they are still holding onto their own past. I don’t want to do that anymore. That means I have to forgive myself too. So for that person who still can’t forgive me, I am sorry I hurt you. Period. I didn’t know then what I was doing wrong, but I do now. You can get in line with the other people who won’t forgive me. That one over there, hurt me by cutting me out of her life. I didn’t react well. And now we are cut out of each other’s lives. That other one didn’t understand me, and also cut me out. I didn’t actually do anything to her other than be my big present self. Again, learning from it. That one over there… I judged her believing I knew better. You see why I call it a graveyard and it really stings sometimes. I t

 Sometimes when my brain is going too fast, I am full of so many words. I desperately need to get them out so that I can think straight. Unfortunately, there’s no way I can explode all on anyone. That means the brain keeps spinning. At least with the writing, I have a way to unload some of it. Thinking about the future is pretty terrifying. It’s not so much the getting old thing, but rather “Now what?” I have been doing a read Bible in a year app and truly it’s getting to me. I know the Bible, but reading so much at once with no time to process isn’t going well. But I have never read it all together so it’s happening. A lot of things are overwhelming right now, and I feel like a failure daily. It still bugs me that you can’t say, I am in a lot of pain today because of my diverticulitis. So I put a smile on my face and just went. Truly did my best, but somehow that wasn’t good enough. How should I handle other people’s unrealistic expectations? I see God’s harsh seriousness in the Old T

 Back a few years ago I was told something that shook me pretty hard. I couldn’t understand how I was hurting people when that’s something I don’t ever want to do. After some serious searching, I found something. Once upon a time, I was teased and bullied a lot. I learned the only way to survive was to agree with everything they said and make a huge joke out of it. Not only did that have me internalizing those insults, but it always taught me to be extremely sarcastic. Sarcasm became my defense weapon. I realized recently that I never put it away. It’s like the war ended and I still had all my armor on. The sad part is that when you’re dealing with repressed memories and trauma, these unhealthy defenses turn on automatically. I absolutely thank God for loving me through it all. People are not always so understanding especially if they have been hurt. Now when I find myself facing the judgment, my anxiety kicks in and I battle panic attacks. Cause I am still a work in progress. I was pr

 Genesis 18:14 says, “Is anything too hard for the LORD?..” Abraham and Sarah had waited years for God to give them a child. They had even gone so far as to take matters into their own hands to get an heir. That was NOT God’s plan so Ishmael wasn’t the answer to His promise. Yet they were very surprised when years later along comes a messenger to say that Sarah is having a child even though she’s past the years of child bearing. I often wonder if we didn’t try to help God out with his plan , if the answer might arrive a little quicker. Possibly not, but still I enjoyed the reminder anyway. God keeps His promises. Always. While we’re waiting, we can know that our God is most certainly taking care of us.

 Sometimes those old anxieties come back to visit . You find yourself standing there thinking, “Haven’t I already done this?” I saw something that sparked some bad memories and the spiral kept going from there. It’s frustrating to be in a good place for awhile to find yourself being pulled to a bad place once again. I don’t want to replay those unhealthy dialogues again. The truth is that I can’t change the past. It’s also true that what was then might not even be so bad if I had the whole picture. My side isn’t the whole story. I know it’s almost always better than I think it is. I am too tired to waste any more energy being anxious. This is me needing to vent and knowing I can’t actually talk about this. People don’t understand that talking it out really does help me remove the unhealthy thoughts. There’s a verse in Deuteronomy 33:27 I have been thinking on this week. There’s a hymn with it too, but I can only remember the chorus. “The eternal God is our refuge and underneath are the

 Hey, I decided to delete that last post, but thank you for those that suffered reading it. I feel much better now. It wasn’t anything serious. I am really hoping to figure out my inflammation. So far I just know ;it happens anytime I eat or take anything my body doesn’t like. The hard part is figuring out what that is. So far I can only tolerate some supplements. It’s getting dark early and it’s getting rough. Many of my friends who struggle with seasonal affective disorder as I do, are already struggling to get up in the morning. So if you don’t have that struggle, check on your friends. If you do, check on them. It’s almost Christmas so emotions are loose. Anxiety and depression are rampant. Yes, I believe God can give us victory. I also believe He asks us to be His instruments sometimes. James 5:16b comes to mind,” The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.”