I get it(:, I was forgetting how good I have it. I was reading I Corinthians 10 today. How much trouble I get into when I compare myself to others. It's true, I have emotional/psychological issues, but they doesn't have to be my undoing. I have a friend who is struggling with excepting a mental health disorder. Her reluctance to accept it is prolonging her aggravated symptoms. My fellow bipolar buddies can relate to that. We all go through a period of denial. I wonder if cancer patients do that? As if pretending there is nothing wrong with you, will some how heal you. Sorry, it doesn't work. Believe me I tried it too. I imaging everyone can relate to that for some reason. I have a gift though; two in fact. My two children are my gifts. I wanted to be healthy enough to raise them. What if I didn't have them? Would I have cared about getting well then? What if you thought you had no one...would you care enough to want to be well? Notice, I said thought because I truly believe many people have people who care about them, but just don't realize it because they aren't seeing things clearly. The hope though that helps me most in the deepest, darkest times is not my children. The hope is the love of Jesus Christ and His promises. "But God commendeth His love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners; Christ died for us."
I am starting my own blog to reduce my boredom and give me a place to put my thoughts. Recently some people I know put some very difficult words out for all the world to see. I have been chicken to do the same and now I want to set the record straight. I didn't talk to people from high school for over ten years. It seems so silly now. I found out recently that I'm not the only one who grew up in college and beyond. We aren't kids anymore so the past is just that the past. I'll admit some of it I don't want to remember, but we did have some fun times in high school. The truth is something happened to me that I was not at all ready to talk about so I just avoided people. I got married in 1998 to a really great guy I met in college. We were giddy and in love. We decided after nine months of bliss to have a baby. Why not? I was bored and we wanted one. That sounds terrible to say that, but it is true. Boom one month later I was expecting. Three months later Jo
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