…Death wrapped its ropes around me; The terrors of the grave overtook me. I saw only trouble and sorrow. Then I called on the name of the Lord. “Please Lord, save me!”How kind the Lord is! How good He is! So merciful, this God of ours! The Lord protects those of childlike faith; I was facing death and He saved me. Let my soul be at rest again, For the Lord has been good to me. He has saved me from death, My eyes from tears, My feet from stumbling……..In my anxiety I cried out to You, These people are all liars! You have freed me from my chains. I will offer you a sacrifice of thanksgiving And call on the name of the Lord.
Psalm 116:3 NLT
Redemption doesn’t always mean healing: A believer’s battle with mental illness.
Therapy.
The couch was ready and waiting for me, but I wasn’t happy about it. As I sat down with my therapist for our first meeting, my mind was flooded of all the other times I’d been in therapy. I knew the drill. I tell the therapists what’s bothering me, they ask me questions, validate me and I schedule a follow-up appointment. Over the past twenty-five years I’ve seen numerous therapists.
Wife, and mom to a 8 year old boy and a 5 year old Priscilla. My husband and I live in the great city of Austin, Texas. We love sports, traveling, cooking, our church and down time with the family.
