After my rough week, I had the pleasure of hitting another car in the grocery store parking lot on Saturday. I have no idea whose fault it was. I was calm and pretty much in charge, since the girl that I hit was probably in high school. She was very nice. We went on our merry way, after exchanging information since there wasn’t that much damage to either car.
This was just another test of my ability to handle things outside my zone of life. (Like we all have, but those of us with bipolar have to really keep it all in a certain zone or there are adverse effects.)
After dealing with that and the yucky week, I was a little emotional on Sunday. Then I was to read the Epistle lesson for the church. It was 1Peter 1:3-9. I was especially touched by verses 6&7, “In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith – of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire – may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Christ is revealed.”
Coincidence that this was the Epistle and the basis of the sermon? I don’t think so. I call it a “God Thing.” I realize that many people have much more difficult trials than I am facing right now. But I also know that God will use this for His purpose to His (and our) benefit.
I do plan to talk to the MOPS group on depression in a couple of weeks and I was thrilled to have a terrific Bible verse to share with them. To give us (and certainly me) strength to continue to work through whatever trials we may face.
My prayer for you today is that you remember that whatever is happening to you is happening for a purpose. Open your heart to hear what God is telling you to do with that struggle to glorify His name and share His love!
Have you ever noticed that sometimes it is just the little things that put a smile on your face?
Yesterday, around noon, I went to a public bathroom. When entered the stall, the seat was still up! (Okay, at first, I thought it had been used by a guy, then I remembered I was in the LADIES room.) I had found a clean, never-used toilet until I showed up! I was so happy.
How weird is that? I don’t care. It’s the little things that keep me going.
Apparently, Easter was a manic day. Which led to Wednesday being a depression day. And Thursday. And part of Friday.
Then, I saw my therapist. He was fantastic. He helped me look at what may have brought the mania on. After talking to me, he realized that I need to do everything I can to keep a sleep regime. Just like the rest of my life, I have to keep a routine. No 12 hour road trips. No jet lag trips. No all-nighters. (Yeah, like I do those now that I’m 42.) I wake up every morning at 3:00 AM, but usually go right back to sleep. Well, on Easter, I woke up at 3 completely alert. The beginning of the mania. Later on in the day, I was slapping my gums like a crazy woman. (I’ve got to stop using that term.)
Fortunately, he told me that I hadn’t done anything to bring it on. Just the weird sleep pattern was slowly building up and then hit me on Easter. The fact that it was Easter and I was excited about it (see previous post) and I played drums during both services, was secondary. It didn’t cause it, but it may have encouraged it throughout the day.
So, here’s my plan for next time I wake up at 3 AM:
So, I’m very susceptible to sleep issues.
I’m so happy that I am now prepared for the next manic episode. 🙂 Kent, my therapist, rocks! He even sat with me for 1 1/2 hours! (no extra charge!!!!)
What a beautiful Easter we have today! I know, it’s only 6:30 am, and the sun is not even awake yet, but I just heard a bird singing, so my Easter is off to a great start!
(Now the sun is rising, and it is SNOWING!! Holy cats!)
I’m very excited because I get to play the drums in both services today. I could hardly sleep. I’ve been awake since 3:00. Crazy. But, I can’t think of a more wonderful day to be up early and ready to go! My son and I are going to get to church around 7:30ish since he is helping serve breakfast with the youth. Wow. My son is old enough to serve the annual Youth Breakfast. Time really does fly.
So, Happy Easter, everyone! And remember, Jesus loves you. Then again, He loves everybody.
My family rocks. Literally. For my birthday, they bought me Guitar Hero III for the Wii. Now we are each taking turns rocking the house. We each made our own band names. I’ll let you decide whose is whose:
I’m sure the neighbors are going to call the police any minute now.
Okay, you probably don’t notice the new look. But, I do.
I got a new laptop! WOOOOOO! And, it is sweet, my friends. I feel so special and “with it”! It’s got stuff on here, I don’t know what to do with it all. Buttons with little icons that mean nothing to me as of now. But, it is a beautiful red color.
Thank you to my family for giving up eating for a month so that this is possible! 😉
Okay, now we are going to split hairs. My mom and I share the same birthday. Which was yesterday. Yeah! We have decided not to talk about numbers. They just make us both…uh..happy to be alive. Yes. We’ll go with that.
But, TECHNICALLY, my mom’s birthday is today. Her birth certificate says so. Her tombstone says so. (That one kind of irked me, but, hey it’s not my tombstone.) As she grew up, she asked her mom about the discrepancy between when her mom said she was born and her birth certificate. Her mom’s response? “Don’t you think I know when I had a baby?” Enough said. Any of you who have given birth can relate to that. So, apparently, legally her birthday is today. And technically, I’m not late in wishing her a Happy Birthday.
My mom is the greatest. I didn’t always think so. I think all kids go through the “my mom doesn’t know anything about being my age” stage. I am sure I have that to look forward to. What’s so great about my mom? I truly don’t have the space to tell you all the wonderful things about her. Number one great thing about my mom: Sense of humor. This woman is hilarious! Many people say that we are alike, and I take great pride in that. Also great about my mom: She always has time to listen to me whine, complain, and just outright vent. I will admit that I had to teach her how to listen to someone vent. She’s always wanted to help solve the problems I have, and sometimes I just needed to, well, you know, vent. That’s another cool thing about my mom: She’s willing to learn stuff from me! She’s not close-minded. I hope I’m that way when I’m her age. She’s learned a lot about the computer and the internet. She’s even got a laptop! Rockin’!
We have a great time together, my mom and me. I’ve often called her up and asked her to come over. Just to talk. I know plenty of friends who aren’t that lucky. We talk to each other every day. We live less than 2 miles away from each other, but somehow, unlike Ray Barone, we have made it work. I’ve always said that the benefits far outweigh the downsides.
Oh, and she’s a fantastic grandmother! My kids feel about her the way I did her mom. She always has time to listen to them, too. Like a real person. Not a grandma.
So, Happy Birthday MOM! I hope to someday be to my daughter all that you have been to me!