Friends. If you don’t know my story, I will share it briefly here… I have a long history of anxiety. I didn’t know that that’s what I was suffering with until I went to a psychologist right out of high … Continue reading
Most of you know my story. Losing my brother to suicide. Depression. Bipolar 2. Severe anxiety. Suicidal ideations. Trying to work and having to quit more times than I can count. Trying to homeschool so many times. Alcoholism. Inpatient stays … Continue reading
These past few days have been rough. Really hard. I have had severe anxiety and felt myself getting depressed yesterday. I decided to put a stop to it and today I’m so much better. Let me back up… Monday I woke … Continue reading
I almost always have so much on my mind that I want to write about. A lot of times it’s jumbled because it doesn’t all fit together well. So, I’m going to attempt to write out what’s on my mind … Continue reading
These past few months have been transformational. I have grown in so many ways. The biggest thing that I’ve learned is that what I believe about myself will be true. If I believe that I can’t handle anything, that I am … Continue reading
I’ve been feeling good for about a month now. My “feel good” time started out really strong with lots and lots of energy and motivation. I really thought I was hypomanic but wasn’t sure. I just kept going with it. But also, when I started feeling good was just about 3-4 days after I started a new med. I hoped that’s what was making me feel good. Again, I wasn’t sure.
A month later, and I’m still feeling good. This is just odd because I typically don’t feel good for very long. Either I am struggling with severe anxiety, I’m hypomanic, or I’m depressed. Just “feeling good” isn’t super common. Sure, I have my good days, but this has lasted continuously for a month. I can remember one day where I felt “down,” but it was because I was really tired and slept a lot.
Previous to this, I was pretty miserable. I was pretty depressed. I was sleeping all day, every day. I wasn’t sleeping at night. I was anxious. My house was a complete disaster and there were always piles and piles of laundry. I felt like I had no purpose in life and didn’t know what else to do with myself. I just felt like that was my life from now on.
Part of this is because I put my kids in school and the homeschooling season is just over for our family. Part of this was because I was so, so tired all the time. I also have hypothyroid on top of my other issues. Then I was just in a bad cycle of not sleeping at night and sleeping all day. It’s hard to get out of that. Now if I don’t sleep well, I try not to go back to sleep, and I end up sleeping better the next night. If I do sleep during the day, it’s for like an hour, not 4 hours.
The hard thing for me right now is that I’m scared to hope too much. I don’t want to assume that I’ll feel good consistently if that’s not reality. I mean, everyone has bad days or “down” days, and I can handle that. It’s the debilitating depression and severe anxiety that I cannot handle. Well I guess I can handle it, but I really, really don’t want to.
I do have hope in Jesus, but I am also aware that He has never promised us an easy life and I know that perfection won’t happen till heaven. In the mean time all I can do is take one day at a time and enjoy the good days.
Hey guys! I hope your weekend has started out well! I absolutely LOVE that I am no longer sleeping my weekend away! I woke up a little later than a week day but it was still early enough to enjoy … Continue reading
These past many years have been a very wild ride. A definite roller coaster. And I have seen God working through every part of it. Even when I fought and fought. Even when I wanted to give up. Even when I was incredibly impatient. Even when I just flat out didn’t understand. God had a plan the whole time. Looking back, I can see his plan unfold over the past several years (and I mean several… like 10 or more).
Life is hard, y’all. If I’ve learned anything, I’ve learned that. It takes a lot of leaning on Jesus and allowing Him to carry you through it, or we wouldn’t make it. I have had a lot of things happen in my life and I could wallow in it and say “why me?” But instead, I chalk it up to the fact that God has a plan to use everything for His glory and name. He also wants what’s best for us at all times, and sometimes we have to go through the yucky times to get there.
We end up stronger in the end. Scratch that. We end up realizing we have strength in Christ.
Just over six years ago, my brother committed suicide in a very gruesome manner. At the time I was 7 months pregnant with Levi (my third child in a little under 4 years). I had Levi then went through terrible, terrible postpartum depression. I wanted to run away. I just couldn’t do it anymore. I was put on some medication and it helped me get through it, but I wouldn’t say life was any easier. I was grieving. I had three kids 4 and under. Robert worked every single day.
We moved to Dallas 6 months later and lived with my in-laws. I knew if I didn’t start working, we would never be able to leave my in-laws. So, I got a job. The next year and a half were brutal and I was still struggling with depression and severe anxiety (and panic attacks). I was still processing my brother’s horrible death. I quit working because I couldn’t manage anymore. My dream was to homeschool, so I tried to do that with Karis and it was pretty much a flat fail. We moved to Frisco a little later and life was pretty good for a few years (the only working I did was part time at a preschool, which was pretty awesome!). Then, I tried working full time again. Bad idea.
Just over two years ago I went into the hospital because I was “passively suicidal.” Truth is, I just couldn’t live this life anymore. I had nothing left in me to give. I would go to work, do an okay job (all while feeling incredibly anxious and on the verge of a panic attack), come home, and go to bed. Robert took care of everything. He did an amazing job. Not only did he do the basics, he went above and beyond like keeping up with laundry, keeping the house clean, etc.
Going into the hospital was the best thing I could have done for myself. I was able to process the feelings of grief about my brother’s death that I was pushing back because I couldn’t handle it. I met other people like me. I felt for the first time like I wasn’t alone. I made friends that I still talk to today. I was able to just rest. Do crafts. Exercise. Do yoga. Eat really well. I almost didn’t want to leave. It was a breath of fresh air.
Going to the hospital led my doctor to a new diagnosis for me: Bipolar 2.
The next two years have been pretty wild. I worked off and on, always having to quit because of my illness. I couldn’t handle a job. It was too much for my mental health. It led me back to the hospital in November of 2014. I realized then that working is just not possible for me.
Last year around this time, Robert received an email from the Operations Director (now Site Director) of Camp Eagle. We were excited but obviously didn’t get our hopes up because it had taken months (from the time he applied) to even receive an email. Soon after, Robert had a phone interview, then soon after that, we found ourselves at Camp Eagle for an in person interview, tour of the camp, and a chance to hang out with and meet the staff. It was amazing. But, we still didn’t get our hopes up because even though we had this visit. I’m not sure how many weeks went by (it was excruciating while we waited), but Robert eventually received the offer for the Maintenance Director position. It was official. We were moving back to camp.
This past year has been so amazing in so many ways! I would not want to be anywhere else. But I can’t say the whole year has been perfect. This summer I made the realization that my medication wasn’t really working all that well. I had a major hypomanic period, followed by a major depressive period. Back to not being able to get out of bed. Back to sleeping all the time. Back to passive suicidal thoughts. My life is so perfect, why am I so depressed?
We decided to put the kids in school again instead of homeschooling because I didn’t think I could handle it because of my depression.
It wasn’t until I saw a new doctor in October (November? Somewhere in there) that I felt like I could do this. He took so much time to get to know me. He went back to the beginning. Through my conversation with him, he came to the conclusion that I do in fact have Bipolar 2 and we need to get it under control. He made it clear that it is possible to get it under control. His confidence gave me a huge relief. He weaned me off of two meds and started me on a new one in which I had to slowly increase the dose.
Around this same time, Karis was really struggling in school. Long story short, we ended up deciding to pull her out of school and homeschool her.
This school year (since I pulled her out) has been amazing. Homeschooling her has given me a reason to get up every morning. We have grown together in our relationship. It has been fun for me to use some of my teaching skills that I haven’t been able to use in a while. It hasn’t been easy (lots of trial and error with curriculum, etc), but it has been just what we both needed.
I was still having some hypomania episodes followed by depression (though not NEAR as severe), so my doctor increased my medication one last time and this is it. This is the right medication and the right dose. I feel completely and 100% normal. I have good days, and I have bad days… just like everyone else. But I’m not hypomanic and I’m not depressed. I’m also not near as anxious as I used to be.
Between feeling really well, the fact that the boys’ school is 35 minutes away, and the fact that at camp homeschooling just makes more sense, we decided that next year we will homeschool all of our children. I am so excited that I already ordered all of their curriculum (after hours and hours of research… and thanks to our tax refund).
I share all of this because I have realized a few things. God had a plan from the time I was in college (well, obviously even before that, but this is where I see things start). I got my teaching degree, and I love to teach. It just happens to be in a different way than I envisioned. I have wanted to homeschool since we were at our last camp, and I’m finally able to do this. He led me to an amazing doctor who has not given up until he found the right medication and the right dose to help me not have symptoms of hypomania and depression. My anxiety is the lowest it has ever been. I have the desire and will to keep up with my house (which has always been a point of anxiety for me), keep up with laundry (which I’ve never been able to do before), homeschool, cook dinner (which sometimes means mac n cheese, dining hall, or something really nice and I’m okay with all of that), bake once in a while (but not obsessively), be content with my body (still getting there, but much more content than ever before), exercise for enjoyment, spend time in the word (not out of guilt, but pure desire), enjoy time with our wonderful community (which, being an introvert, this is huge), reach out and serve others, and just enjoy life. The ups and downs. The good and bad days. This life that He has allowed me to have.
We went to San Antonio Saturday and while it was somewhat stressful (San Antonio River Walk on a Saturday was a bad idea), I feel like these pictures show the pure joy that I feel. I feel like I can breathe. Laugh. Enjoy life.
I can’t express how thankful I am. I tell God every day. I wonder if he’ll ever get tired of hearing it? Probably not. He delights in praises and gratefulness.
Where are you in your journey? If you’re in the middle of the fire right now, know that God will use this for His glory and your good. He loves you. He knows what’s best. Just hold onto Him.