All to the Glory of God–that is why I blog and share my story so openly. I want others to know it is possible to live and parent well with mental illness. This, by necessity, causes my posts to be brutally honest, and that is not always pretty.
I have always endeavored to live by the verse 2 Corinthians 12:9
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.
This blog post has been churning inside for a couple weeks. I realized an anniversary was coming…a year ago today I entered the hospital for treatment of depression, bipolar, and suicidal ideations (meaning I had a plan).
I had spent months working with my doctor to try and get my medication right to get my mind stable. I took my meds daily, put one foot in front of the other and did my best to be a good mom, wife, homeschooler, and Christian. It just wasn’t working.
Finally, I reached the point where I needed more intensive help and I needed to be kept safe from myself. I ended up inpatient again.
This day has been messing with me. Part of me is thrilled to be able to say I am doing great. I am. I have days that are rough, I have days I have to scale back on what I planned to accomplish as I can’t take that much human interaction, I have days that I end up sleeping several hours in the afternoon, I have days that make my head spin. But for the most part, I am doing quite well. I am working with a good doctor who knows how to use medications very effectively to manage bipolar disorder and anxiety issues. I am using exercise and my network of friends to help me with the challenges that arise.
It all works together.
It’s been a journey.
I fought a hell of a battle with postpartum depression, anxiety, and psychosis 6 years ago after the birth of my youngest daughter. Coming through it wasn’t the straight, easy course I thought it would be. On the other side of Postpartum Mood Disorders, I found Bipolar Disorder, but I kept fighting and I am here. I am here to exercise, I am here to love my family, I am here to homeschool my girls, I am here to fight every day to be here.Survive til you Thrive!