My doctor appointment yesterday was a success! She didn’t think I was crazy. She did prescribe me good ol’ fashioned Prozac. She even gave me a hug! I can’t say that’s ever happened with a doctor before!
I even got a chuckle. She asked me when I think my latest trouble started. I said when I returned from Africa. Her eyes got huge as she asked if I had been there recently? No, no, no! I came back a year ago!
So I’m back at the beginning. Praying for light at the end of this tunnel.
This is day 25 of #Write31Days.
The last time I took the dreadful medication was Sunday evening. I’m happy to say that I have felt better with each passing day. I feel like me again. Praise God!
But along with feeling like me again comes the insomnia and anxiety. I think the insomnia is particularly rough as I was so sedated by the dreadful medication. I also think that medication was working on the anxiety. It is definitely returning. One of the reasons I know this is I’m worrying again about things out of my control, like meetings with people and even going to the family doctor.
I have an appointment with my family doctor this morning to talk to her about what’s been going on. But I’m slightly terrified at what she’ll say. WHat if she thinks I’m crazy? What if she thinks I’m fine? What if she doesn’t want to help me? Do I dare to get my hopes up only to have them shot down?
This is day 24 of #Write31Days. It’s also time for Five Minute Friday. Come write with us!
One year ago, I said goodbye to a dream. I left Africa because the Lord said it was time for me to go home. I left people I loved, who loved me too, impossible me.
It has not been an easy transition for me, this coming home. Sometimes I still feel like a displaced person, not knowing where I belong.
I’m still having trouble accepting the Lord’s plan for me right now. It all seems so unimportant next to the dream of Africa. But this is not the way to think. Life carries on regardless of where I am.
And this kind of thinking is purely selfish as I know my family is very happy to have me here.
Last year, the Lord said come home, rest for a year, take care of yourself. Well, the year is up. I sure do hope He has something amazing for me to do this next year. I sure hope He puts a new dream in my heart, a new idea.
Here I am Lord!
This is day 23 of #Write31Days.Also sharing with the Thought Provoking Thursday crowd.
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