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Bipolar - a year in review

I close my computer. I know it is time to sleep, my slightly queasy stomach and the clock tell me so but those are my only indication. The rest of me is screaming out to stay awake. I lay down, close my eyes, will them to stay still. I push my body into the mattress, trying to make it heavy, still, but my muscles twitch and my leg is restless. My husband, on a late night holiday binge, reaches over and absentmindedly starts to stroke my hair. It’s a secondary reaction for him, a knowing that I need help calming.

Psalm 13

Forgotten. Unloved. Unheard.

These are some of the labels I’ve had. Sometimes I’ve put them there. Sometimes I feel like others have put them on me. Circumstances have arisen that cause me to believe I am forgotten. People have abandoned me, or acted unloving towards me. I have gone through seasons where I feel unheard.

Maybe you feel the same way today? That you are forgotten, unloved, unheard?

Psalm 69

Storms of life will always come. Sometimes it’s more like a light rain. Some days it’s dark and cloudy and the wind is picking up. And some days it’s like the storm has turned into a tidal wave and it’s about to crash down on you. And you’re afraid this is the end. This is the storm that will overwhelm you. You are about to drown. And you’re standing there, looking at this tidal wave, and you ask God, what now?