It only took a few months to get totally sidetracked on keeping up with a blog, didn’t I?
I got home from Africa last summer and life just felt different. I hit a long manic period that went well into the fall and was so much less organized with homeschooling than I was last year. I was restless and distracted and we got off to a rocky start.
By the end of October my mood had started to slide and my distraction turned to dissatisfaction and unhappiness. By the holidays my restlessness had become exhaustion, and after the New Year all I could do was cry and sleep.
All this time, I drifted farther and farther away from God, stopping praying because I just didn’t have the words. It became obvious to everyone around me how “off” I was acting and friends started to express their concern. My husband, in particular, was worried and pushed me to call my psychiatrist. Over the last 2 months I’ve been adjusting to new medication and changed dosages and just trying to get back to living.
It’s hard to explain the things I’ve felt and thought all this time, but I will say that it’s really hard to walk through your days feeling like you don’t belong in your own life. I’m grateful to be moving past it and back into a better place.
I could still use some prayers, however, for myself and for all of those who’ve had to suffer with me… Especially my husband and kids.
“My life is an example to many, because you have been my strength and protection. That is why I can never stop praising you” Psalm 71:7-8