Christ_empowered
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yes, yes; me, yet again. Thanks for reading ((I mean that)). Listen...
I'm on a lil family vacation with the parents. As if supporting me, as a grown offspring (I do have the severe mental problems, but...still....) w/ my shady backstory wasn't/isn't kind enough, they're now taking me on lil vacations, too. I am thankful.
I -definitely- needed to get away. I'm sure they did, too. Being out of the small town where I am forever getting the sense that everyone knows my business (probably because some people are -so- vocal about what they think they know...), even just for a little while...can only help things.
I'm healthy, now. Its odd. I remember, vaguely, writing all kinds of posts about how healthy and well-preserved I was, and...wow. There were times when I was incredibly sick, then I wasn't actively sick, but I was a patched up burn out, because I had been sick...and now...
by God's grace, I'm remarkably, genuinely, truly...healthy. I wouldn't say that I look amazingly young for 33, but I have 0 -premature- aging, no major health problems (except for the madness, lol), I'm a decent height, etc. Keep in mind; at 23, when I had my Breakdown, I looked like a very pretty 15 year old for a while there...why, I'm not quite sure...it wasn't good or of God, of course. Nothing that frightening and--honestly--freakish could be of God, but He has seen fit to make good of it, anyway. I'm thankful.
So...not only is this a family vacation and Christmas time, its 10 years since the end of The Breakdown, the 2nd (and final) involuntary hospitalization, the shock "treatments," etc. Yup yup. All so dramatic, lol. Forgive 70x7. Even if the psychiatrists did everything deliberately, to destroy me...forgive, anyway. That's what Jesus demands of me, right?
So...in a couple days, I'll be celebrating a day that we call "Christmas," even though Jesus was probably not born on that day. I'll be with my (loving, long suffering, kind) parents, out of town, doing my own things. It will be 10 years since I became so incredibly sick--I mean, not just mentally ill, but seriously messed up, physically--that there was no way back, not by worldly means, and...
10 years after all that madness, 5 years after I miraculously came to (genuinely, truly) believe upon Jesus...
here I am, out of town with my parents, looking forward to a quality Christmas away from the small town that defined so much of my life, who I was, etc., until Jesus saved me.
God is good!
I'm on a lil family vacation with the parents. As if supporting me, as a grown offspring (I do have the severe mental problems, but...still....) w/ my shady backstory wasn't/isn't kind enough, they're now taking me on lil vacations, too. I am thankful.
I -definitely- needed to get away. I'm sure they did, too. Being out of the small town where I am forever getting the sense that everyone knows my business (probably because some people are -so- vocal about what they think they know...), even just for a little while...can only help things.
I'm healthy, now. Its odd. I remember, vaguely, writing all kinds of posts about how healthy and well-preserved I was, and...wow. There were times when I was incredibly sick, then I wasn't actively sick, but I was a patched up burn out, because I had been sick...and now...
by God's grace, I'm remarkably, genuinely, truly...healthy. I wouldn't say that I look amazingly young for 33, but I have 0 -premature- aging, no major health problems (except for the madness, lol), I'm a decent height, etc. Keep in mind; at 23, when I had my Breakdown, I looked like a very pretty 15 year old for a while there...why, I'm not quite sure...it wasn't good or of God, of course. Nothing that frightening and--honestly--freakish could be of God, but He has seen fit to make good of it, anyway. I'm thankful.
So...not only is this a family vacation and Christmas time, its 10 years since the end of The Breakdown, the 2nd (and final) involuntary hospitalization, the shock "treatments," etc. Yup yup. All so dramatic, lol. Forgive 70x7. Even if the psychiatrists did everything deliberately, to destroy me...forgive, anyway. That's what Jesus demands of me, right?
So...in a couple days, I'll be celebrating a day that we call "Christmas," even though Jesus was probably not born on that day. I'll be with my (loving, long suffering, kind) parents, out of town, doing my own things. It will be 10 years since I became so incredibly sick--I mean, not just mentally ill, but seriously messed up, physically--that there was no way back, not by worldly means, and...
10 years after all that madness, 5 years after I miraculously came to (genuinely, truly) believe upon Jesus...
here I am, out of town with my parents, looking forward to a quality Christmas away from the small town that defined so much of my life, who I was, etc., until Jesus saved me.
God is good!
