How do I write out what's in my heart when I don't know what's there?
How do I try to express myself, when I feel numb?
How do I take care of myself the way I am supposed to?
I don't want to eat.
I'm afraid to sleep cause of the bad dreams.
My stomach flips and flops at the thought of food.
I struggle with having to take the meds I need.
I don't want to take them.
Obviously I am not doing well today.
I actually am better than yesterday. Sunday evening I cried till I was nearly sick. Then calmed down a bit and did some writing in my journal. Then cried myself to sleep.
Yesterday I got to work, sat in the sanctuary for a bit and tried to pray, and just sobbed some more.
Today. No tears. Nothing. I feel flat. Maybe that is a good thing.
I have to go see Tricia on Thursday afternoon for my appointment with her. I just am, well scared to go I guess. Because I don't want to face the junk that is there from that letter I wrote.
I keep on reading today things that talk about how only God can fill our empty places. How we need to let go of control of things, because God has it all already. How it's through the hardest times that the most worthwhile things come.
I know all that in my head. My heart doesn't get it. Maybe I do believe that God should punish me for all that I did wrong. I think I do believe that I deserved what I got, and that I don't deserve any better.
I should get mad at the enemy for using something so awful like that to affect me for so long. But in reality, all I have been able to do is get mad at myself and beat myself up more.
A friend asked me, what am I running from? Why am I trying to sabotage myself by not doing my part in caring for myself until my appointment? She said that maybe that would be something to focus on until the appointment rather than what is coming.
The problem with that is, I think I am running from God because I know He is going to "make" me face what I don't want to. (Not that He will force me to, but once I get into Tricia's office, I know I am going to go ahead with it, because that's who I am and how I'm wired) I don't want to face the lies... because seeing the truth up next to them is so extremely painful.
How can the truth be so painful?
Or is that just a perspective thing?
Probably the lie is what is so painful, and the enemy is twisting it to make me think the truth is the painful one.... I don't know.
Why am I sabotaging myself? I don't know for sure. Maybe as a backhanded way of punishing myself for my part in the relationship? Maybe I am listening to the lies too much - the lies that are shouting in my head that I'm not worth it, not worth anything. That I'm just a piece of junk, and that I don't deserve my husband and my kids and don't deserve to be happy.
I know that those are lies, but I can't seem to get myself beyond them. In Deuteronomy 7:6 (I'm going to personalize it and paraphrase it) It says that God chose me to be His. To be his treasured possession. I keep on bumping into that scripture everywhere I turn in the last week.
I read it, and it jars something in me. It goes contrary to everything I'm feeling and thinking. I know its the truth. So I suppose it's bumping up against the lies that are perpetuating my feelings and thoughts.
When I'm where I am at right now (and I've been here before) I feel like all my strength is gone. Which means the only way I am going to be able to move forward is if God takes the steps for me. Because I sure can't right now.
No. I am not saying I want to die. I am not down that far yet (I don't think) but I sure would love to curl up somewhere and not have to deal with anything or anyone for a good long time.
Neither are very good for me right now. But it's where I'm at.
Also, its hard right now because a good friend, who's been a good source of encouragement, and also someone I have been able to help and encourage too, needs a bit of space. Oh how the enemy tries to use our weaknesses against us, and give things a stir!
This time, I think God may have given things a stir instead, before the enemy could. I think it is protection. That's what I had been praying for in our friendship. Protection and God's will. Now I am praying it is His protection and that our friendship will endure.
I don't know what the next few weeks are going to look like. How do I respond? How much, or when, can I call, or email her? I know she needs her space to deal with some major stuff she is going through. But I hate the unknown. I want to know what it's going to look like in the next few weeks. How uncomfortable are we going to be with one another? How do I know when it's ok to call and see how she's doing and make sure she's safe?
I know God's got it. I know that He love me. He loves her. So I know that He has it all under control. I'm just trying to let go.
Let go.Of another thing.
Right now, all I feel I can control is my eating, meds, my sleeping... and even that stuff I can't completely control.
Because God is asking me to let go of that stuff too. To let go and let Him work. I need to surrender to His will, His way, His timing. When I try to rush things or slow things down, I know I make things worse. It's a proven pattern if I look back at my history.
I know I will eventually cave in to what God wants. I will do what He is asking me to, because everything is going to be pretty miserable if I don't.
So the struggle continues. My will or His? My way or His? My "truth" or His?
Am I going to finally learn to let go and stop fighting Him? How long does it have to take before I finally stop beating my head against brick walls?!
I guess it's one situation at a time. I am going to need to try to figure out how the heck to let go and surrender. Let go of this friendship, stop worrying about her and how she is doing and let God protect and care for her. Surrender the friendship to God and pray for her rather than worry about her. Praying is active. Worry just eats me alive. I am going to have to let go and surrender to let God heal me too. I need to stop fighting the healing process.
I guess that is what I am doing right now. I ask God to change me and show me and lead me and guide me to His next for me. Then the feelings of being out of control wash over me as change comes, and I start digging in my heels. I want to cling to what I know.... even if it's not good for me.
I have to let go.Believe the truth.Let go of the lies.Trust my God.Turn and face the pain.
The only way out of the pain is to face it.
Face it? Yeah. About that. Don't want to. It hurts bad enough as it is. But God wants me to let go of the hurt. He wants me to let Him take my fingers off it, bit by bit, let Him see it, wash it out and heal it. The longer I hang onto it, the worse the scar will be in the end.
The pain is nearly unbearable as I lay myself out on the alter. I know. I have done it before. God doesn't demand me to, He just asks in a gentle whisper if I trust Him enough to let go.
Let go and let Him.
Right now I see nothing but brick walls. Walls that I had started to take down in trust, that I am throwing back up as quick as I can. Walls that have been there for years, concealing fearful things I refused to look at. Walls that God is wanting to take down a piece at a time to redeem the things behind them. Walls covering wounds. Walls that I keep beating my head against, getting nowhere at all.
Thursday - I have to let go of my control and let God take those walls down. If I don't, I am not going to be able to breathe freely.
I'm in such pain, it almost doesn't hurt to hurt myself more.
Does that make sense?
God, help me let go. Help me see the hope on the other side of this mess. Help me see You for who You really are. Help me believe you. Not just IN you, but believe you. Believe that I am who you say I am and You are who you say you are, and that I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. I don't feel strong. I feel weak and broken and out of control. Help me somehow start to do something right for myself... to treat myself as Your treasure... even if I don't feel I am. Help me to start taking care of myself so that I have the strength to face the things you want me to on Thursday afternoon. Help me surrender.