Christ_empowered
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Since in the past most (all?) of my posts reflected the rough spots I found myself in--social isolation, lack of employment, psychotic depression, etc.--I thought I'd post the good stuff, too.
I've been posting on vocational rehab. I called them (they weren't expecting it--apparently, they really mean it when they say they'll call you), and they're still in the process of getting my records to verify that I am, in fact, eligible for services. Oh well. It should happen soon. I'm still pleased that I'm getting "in the system."
My "issues" with voices and what not has been improving. Honestly, I realized that I'm not even "psychotic" as people understand psychosis; I've just been through a lot and the past kind of haunts me. God is with me though, and things are improving. My former therapist said its like a wound healing--you take meds to help yourself through, but your spirit has to recuperate, and sometimes that's painful. Back then, that gem was in one ear and out the other, but now its really clicked and I'm trying to be more patient. Like I said, God is with me, and things are improving.
My friend--an unbeliever--seems to really like me. For a long time, I thought hanging out with me was a pity thing. Maybe it was. Now, she seems genuinely interested in me, probably because I try to be a true friend to her, which I'm able to do because of Christ. I think this relationship will be mutually beneficial.
Then there's my family. Things were strained for a long, long time. I did drugs, dropped out of college, ended up in mental hospitals, ended up in jail, then Christian rehab...I really broke my parents' hearts. Now, we get along great. My mom and I talked today while she gardened, and she even told me how happy she was that I was being sociable and that we were spending time together. My dad was sick, unfortunately, so we didn't get to hang out.
And physically...still healthy. I mean, still tubby, but I'd rather be kinda tubby than be either flabby AND burned out like I was several years ago or be super skinny and pale and sickly like I was after my last big crack up. My skin looks awesome (usually a good indicator of overall health) and my hair has thickened up and gotten healthier. Now I just need to lose weight, which shouldn't be too hard.
So, yeah...that's my praise report. Praise God!
I've been posting on vocational rehab. I called them (they weren't expecting it--apparently, they really mean it when they say they'll call you), and they're still in the process of getting my records to verify that I am, in fact, eligible for services. Oh well. It should happen soon. I'm still pleased that I'm getting "in the system."
My "issues" with voices and what not has been improving. Honestly, I realized that I'm not even "psychotic" as people understand psychosis; I've just been through a lot and the past kind of haunts me. God is with me though, and things are improving. My former therapist said its like a wound healing--you take meds to help yourself through, but your spirit has to recuperate, and sometimes that's painful. Back then, that gem was in one ear and out the other, but now its really clicked and I'm trying to be more patient. Like I said, God is with me, and things are improving.
My friend--an unbeliever--seems to really like me. For a long time, I thought hanging out with me was a pity thing. Maybe it was. Now, she seems genuinely interested in me, probably because I try to be a true friend to her, which I'm able to do because of Christ. I think this relationship will be mutually beneficial.
Then there's my family. Things were strained for a long, long time. I did drugs, dropped out of college, ended up in mental hospitals, ended up in jail, then Christian rehab...I really broke my parents' hearts. Now, we get along great. My mom and I talked today while she gardened, and she even told me how happy she was that I was being sociable and that we were spending time together. My dad was sick, unfortunately, so we didn't get to hang out.
And physically...still healthy. I mean, still tubby, but I'd rather be kinda tubby than be either flabby AND burned out like I was several years ago or be super skinny and pale and sickly like I was after my last big crack up. My skin looks awesome (usually a good indicator of overall health) and my hair has thickened up and gotten healthier. Now I just need to lose weight, which shouldn't be too hard.
So, yeah...that's my praise report. Praise God!