Catharsis

Sometimes I wonder where this faith I have comes from. Right now I'm struggling. Really struggling. But the thing I hang on to is what God says...what His Word says will never return void and will accomplish what it was sent out for.

But it doesn't feel like that right now.

I'm having a hard time. Needless to say, the last several weeks have been weird if for no other reason than I am for the first time in my life "unemployed." No school. No job. Before I was laid off I was convinced this was a 100% good thing.

Now, I'm feeling the effects. And at the same time I'm going through a different transition; one I guess most people will not relate to. I'm weaning from my antidepressants that I've been on for the last year and a half.

And with that comes a lot of fear.

I've been feeling like I'm slipping emotionally. Like the progress I've made with skills and therapy and all that stuff is somehow going to go out of the window as I stop taking these meds. My therapist assures me that's not the case. I wish right now I believed her.

But God won't put more on me than I can bear.

That doesn't though, stop the feelings. The FEAR that I will become out of control. The fear that thoughts of ending my life might start to creep in again. God, that was a dark place, that I never ever want to be, and even the THOUGHT of feeling that way makes me second guess putting myself through the process.

Aria has been such a joy in my life. And especially now, all of the encouragement she gives me, especially at a time where I don't have anything to "show" as accomplishments. When I was a student, I had good grades. When I was an employee I had the commendation of a boss and a good salary. Now, I feel like I have a lot of critics, but not necessarily the benchmarks that I used before to prove to myself that I was a productive member of society. So often I can feel like a failure when little things go wrong (comes with being a perfectionist) but of course, like anyone, I have things go wrong on a consistent basis. Now I feel like I have additional people in my life to point out when those things go wrong. So not only can I get into beating myself up for things...I have other people who do it to.

The joy that Aria brings me makes me want to have another child. That's why I'm going through this weaning process...because we collectively as a family we say it's time.

I know one thing. That God, you're amazing. Because even as I type and ball my eyes out, I know I have hope that a whole lot of people don't have. That even though I feel knocked down, you always pick me up. Even when I feel beaten and bruised, you bandage my wounds.

I don't want to hide my life from the world. I need to be WITHOUT PRETENSE.