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I couldn’t sleep.
I had just received a letter in the mail, one that I had been waiting for, for almost 18 months. And, the day had finally arrived.
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I couldn’t sleep.
I had just received a letter in the mail, one that I had been waiting for, for almost 18 months. And, the day had finally arrived.
“But Becky, I got away…”
That’s what I told her.
I had been in therapy with her for years, discussing my childhood molestation and the sexual assault while serving in Pensacola and the and harassment that followed in the aftermath. But this. This I never told her. Because. Well, because, I got away.
Here’s the thing though, the people who have wronged us, do so, and move on to their next conquests. They’re not thinking about us anymore. It doesn’t matter if they did it 35 years ago, 19 years ago, or last month. Why? Because they don’t care about us. If they did, they wouldn’t have wronged us in the first place. Their time and energy aren’t spent on us, so why do we spend our time and energy on them? Thinking about them? Crying? Dwelling on them and what they’ve done to us?
Have you ever had something happen to you that was so profound that you knew, just knew, it was God who was intervening? I did. And, no one will ever be able to tell me that it was anything, but God. He was there with me that night. Right there in my room. Not in the sense that He’s always with us, everywhere – the omnipresent God, but in the sense that He was physically with me. God sat at my bedside one night in the early spring of 1986.
Popcorn almost destroyed my marriage. Seriously, it did. And, we’d only been married for a few short months. We just celebrated our 32nd anniversary on June 5th, so you know what? Popcorn didn’t win!
Many people don’t understand there are other consequences of depression and other mental health disorders and diseases, other than the ultimate ones – suicide and homelessness. What about someone like me? I live in a nice home, I have nice things, I have access to healthcare. What consequences do I face?
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