Wisdom in a weak moment

Yesterday during a crisis moment I found myself reading something that I can't keep to myself. I have been thinking about it all day and I have to share it with you all. Let me say it challenged some of my thinking and I wonder whether it might yours too.

Is It Possible to Marry the Wrong Person?

Marriages aren't like cars--you can't get a lemon and you can't trade in for a newer model. 

Q: Do you think that it is possible to marry the wrong person, like when you marry right out of high school, for reasons other than love, never be happy with your marriage, and only years later find the person that you really love and were meant to be with? How could this be allowed to happen?
--Regretful

Dear Regretful,
I do not believe that you can marry the "wrong person." I am a great believer that life is pre-ordained and meaningful, and thus we are destined to be with the one person who completes us.

If, as you seem to believe, you have in fact "married the wrong person," then follow your logic. You also have the wrong children. You have all the wrong friends, and you have made contact with all the wrong people. You are living the wrong life.

Nothing is as destructive to a marriage than the belief that our life choices are accidental, that the people who come into our sphere are coincidental, or that life is capricious and unplanned. To think this way means that we are all interchangeable, that any one relationship is just like another, and that a marriage is not really worth working for.

On the other hand, a feeling of predestination, that you were meant to be before you ever actually were, is the belief that gives us the stamina and will to make a marriage work. The belief itself becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. Our mate is not like a garment worthy of exchange. On the contrary, they are ours and meant to be ours and worth the work that it takes to keep them ours.

Remember: There is no such thing as an innately "happy marriage." Marriages are re-created every day. They follow a course that is often bumpy and always unpredictable. The belief that you "married the wrong person" is nothing more than an excuse designed to release yourself from the effort and energy it takes to weather the bumps and make a marriage work.

The secret to love is this: You can make it happen. Love is an acquired taste, like wine or classical music. For example, I never enjoyed drinking red wine. But I wanted to learn to appreciate it. I took the time to recognize its variations and subtleties. That simple decision--that I wanted to like it--allowed me to become aware of the riches that it held for me. Take a similar approach to your marriage. Accept the challenge of learning to treasure the person you're married to. You will find that this person holds great riches that you never suspected were there.

In regards to this "other person": With cars and with people, it is always easier to fall for a new model. Like a new car, they are free of the scratches, the paint chips, and the little dents that characterize the old model we have been driving around for the past several years. But cars are meant to be traded in; husbands are not.

Marriage is a commitment. If you do not invest fully and completely in that commitment, you are cheating your marriage. By even considering the idea of a life with this "other person," you are undermining the vows you made.

As long as you keep looking for that newer model, you will never be content. You are probably quick to respond, "But I wasn't looking! This person just appeared in my life." Even if you didn't think you were actively looking, simply by responding to the stimulus of this other person, you are, in essence, actively looking. You will be distracted, your mind will be focused on impressing another rather than impressing your husband, and there will be no reason to try to fix the problems that are troubling your marriage right now.

Decide to commit, Regretful. Decide to discover why it is you are with the person you are with. Decide to rediscover your spouse, rather than discover a new mate. Decide to be happy.

Read more: http://www.beliefnet.com/Love-Family/Relationships/Marriage/Is-It-Possible-To-Marry-The-Wrong-Person.aspx?p=2#ixzz1Rr2eOUw4

Interesting eh? What are your thoughts?

30 Day Photography Challenge - Day 6

Day 6 of White Peach photo challenge for me. Today I have two shots. An inside shot at my husbands niece's baptism at their local Catholic church in Waitara. The second is one I took yesterday at Pukekura Park and I totally love but seeing I took it yesterday I challenged myself to get something else today. So you get both!

I'm not sure I like this picture as my image of Jesus is as a whole man seated at the right hand of the Father. But it was what was in the Catholic church and I know it is a big part of their faith. Instead I look at it in celebration that Jesus died for me that I may have the gift of salvation when He exchanged His perfect life for my broken, sinful, raw and painful life. That through Him I have life and have it more than I could have ever imagined. Thank you Jesus.

I love this shot! But as I said in being true to the challenge I did get another as much as I liked this one and who knows maybe there was a reason for the first one that I might not see but God does.

I am loving all the 30 day photo love and its fantastic to get to know a new circle of bloggers. Day 6 links up here.

Failing Forward

I have been thinking for a number of weeks now about when the right time to blog about what has been happening over the last few months. I hadn't felt that I was ready or had completely processed what I needed to, until today. So today I let you in to what has been my own personal nightmare of late.

As you would know reading my earlier posts that I have had a decent struggle with Post-natal depression over the last 8 months or so. But about earlier November I had a bit crash with my depression. I felt like I was right back to square one. All the hard work I had put in felt like it disappeared overnight. One morning I woke up and the world was just black again. The difference is this time there was no slow progression through blue to grey to black, everything was just suddenly dark.

I saw my psychiatrist and she agreed that I wasn't in a good mental place and increased my venlafaxine from 75m/g to 150m/g as she said I was on a low dose and 150m/g was a more therapeutic dose. But what happened wasn't me getting any better, I just got more and more disconnected from the world around me. As you would see I stopped blogging, and almost reading other blogs altogether.

I became a robot in our home. I could achieve the tasks I needed to but there was no 'me' behind any of it. I couldn't care less whether I saw anyone or spoke to anyone. It got to the point where I could see the hurt my numbness was causing, especially the hubby and children, but the meds had me in this point where I could feel the pain. I shrugged it off as their problem and one I couldn't give two hoots about. But at the same time I knew something wasn't right with me and I found myself in that place where it just seemed the best answer was to cease existing. I knew it would hurt my family but I believed that I was already doing so much emotional damage that what did it matter. I was blessed to have a God who put the right people in the right places at the right times.

The most amazing thing was through all the lies that were being whispered in my ear I had a God who was prepared to keep shouting at me, even if it was the same thing over and over again. My God loved me enough that He was going to keep following me down the same road time and time again.

After about 3 weeks on the increased dose I really felt God say that He was my healer and that He was strong enough. It didn't matter where I was at or that the doctors were saying at least 18 months of meds. My God was big enough. So I talked it over with the hubby  and then with our church eldership. I knew that if I was going to get off my meds I needed spiritual back up because I was about to declare war on all the lies that have held me in bondage -  for what I am now realising it about 14 years. 

I had been referred to a blog to read to see if I could find something that would give me hope. It was Princess Warrior Lessons. Here I found hope that my depression was beatable. I found nuggets of gold that my God was big enough and strong enough for me to not only survive this episode of my life, but that He would also turn it around for His glory. I learned to see this time as my working space. A time where God was challenging me not only on being closer to Him but actually allowing Him to have full reign in this messy, messy place, which has been my life for far too long.

The one thing that I told myself was that I needed more time on my meds to get prepared and to put things in place before I looked at coming off them. Princess Warrior had a old post I'm ok....... really where she wrote about her tears not being wasted. That the fruit she would see was her descendants free from depression and the chain broken in her family. And the one thing I held onto was a statement she made - 'the depression stops with me. It goes no further.' God really used this to speak to me. I was no longer fighting this battle of depression for me. It wasn't about me not having to deal with it anymore. It was about me coming to the place where I declared spiritual war. It was about my children and my grandchildren and all my descendants to come, to never ever be in this place where I am. It was time for the spiritual bondage of depression to be broken once and for all from my family line. I am a third generation (that I know of) dealing with mental illness. It has had a serious hold on my family and made a serious mess of a lot of people's lives. God really showed me that I needed to make the stand that this wasn't going any further.

After four weeks on the increased dose my psychiatrist was able to see things were worse not better. She made the call to slowly wean me off the venlafaxine and start a new anti-depressant mirtazapine. The first night I took it I felt like I had been sedated. I couldn't function the next day. The second night I took it was worse. I had out of this world dreams, I could tell you about the colors of them, what they smelled like and tasted like. I physically couldn't get out of bed until 11am and when I did I was tripping. All I wanted to do was eat, then I had a shower and the water felt different. I was as high as a kite! Talking to other people they have likened the experience to LSD. It was at this point that I did some research on the new meds and found - thanks to Wikipedia - that Mirtazapine has also occasionally been reported to cause mild hallucinogenic effects in some patients, including mental imagery, auditory and visual hallucinations. Most of these side effects are generally mild and become less prominent over time. My immediate thought was what was this medication going to do to my brain that the hallucinations would lessen. What parts was it going to kill for it to no longer effect me like this?

 It was at this point that I made the decision that there was no more chances with meds. Now was the time to come off and fight this battle - not in flesh but in spirit. Yes my flesh was going to feel it hard but ultimately this was going to be a battle for my life and the lives of generations to come.

I also started to understand why the medications weren't working as all they did was suppress my personality, they did nothing for the spiritual battle that was being fought for my life. So with the guidance of our elders and my husband in agreement I went to my psychiatrist with a plan. I would continue to decrease my venlafaxine until I was completely off them and I would not be taking the mirtazapine either. I would take a good omega 3, and also see the health shop for other things that would support my mental health without clouding my mind. I would continue with my psychologist to work on strategies to deal with my moods. But most of all that I had a strong network of people supporting me who understood what I had been going through and were prepared to be there for what was to come. My psychiatrist couldn't see a reason not to go ahead with this plan. In-fact she was very supportive (quite clearly God had paved the way). She was in such agreement that she talked to me about her research into alternative therapy and her support for it. She agreed to see me a month after I had finished my meds, where usually protocol is to discharge as you are no longer being medicated by them.

As I decreased the dose I got quite severe tremors as the medication left my body. As it got to the last week of pills I was still focused on my goal of being medication free but it was starting to get harder. I got sick with a head cold with major sinus headaches. The kids got viruses and things were just ugly in our house. But I reminded myself we had taken a spiritual stand and we were being attacked. I had experienced strange dizzy feelings like I was about to pass out all the time in the last few days of pills. But  I wasn't prepared for what was to come.

Saturday 18th December was my first day medication free and it went from bad to worse very, very quickly. I was shaking and feeling physically sick, my head was spinning, I had massive headaches, I felt  like I was going to fall over, my concentration was completely shot. But the worst part was my temper. Things could be going along fine and then something would happen or someone would say something and I would just see red. I felt like I wanted to throw the kids through the window or at the wall. I just couldn't explain where it came from. I was just so so angry and I felt it to my very core.

Sunday I went to church and when people tried to speak to me I had to hold back tears. I was an emotional mess. I sat there wondering who's bright idea it had been to stop the meds as it was so much worse not on them. It was at this point wikipedia came in handy again. I found that venlafaxine was classed as one of the worse under SSRI discontinuation syndrome. Finally I had some answers to what my body was going through, I just couldn't understand why nobody had told me this? I didn't feel capable to look after myself, let alone three children.  It was three days from hell. 

I managed by the Tuesday to get into Hardy's health store and explain what I was going through to one of the nice ladies in the store. She put me on to 5htp which is a serotonin manager, helping your body to make and balance it instead of stopping its production as the ssri's had. She explained why I was all over the place, as my brain was trying to figure out how to function again. I also got some tran-Q which is amazing. She gave me some in-store to try and it was like some one had just lifted weights from my shoulders. I have been using it for the last week at bed time as one thing I had found was my insomnia had returned since coming off the meds. It really help shut down my brain so I can just drift straight off to sleep.

The most amazing thing of all has been how much God has spoken to me in the last few weeks. It has been more than any other time of my life. I truly believe that it was in taking that first step of faith to let go and trust Him to be my all. He has shown me how much I have actually learned over the past year. That in taking away my control (as I am a over-capable person usually) I had to learn to rely on Him and other people. I had to learn that I couldn't change me and shape my destiny in my own strength. God has shown me that with my obedience He has taken what has been a really crappy year and turned it around for good. I am in such a better place now, going through what I have. Yes it's been hard, crap, tough. I have been a crappy friend, wife and mother. But God's grace has picked me up and seen me through. He has shown me that in those dark dark places I wasn't actually walking backwards. Yes it was two steps back, one step forward. But the beauty was with Him there was still forward movement. I have gotten to the place where God can refine and process me, as it is only with Him that I have made it through this past year.

2011 for me holds so much hope and excitement and I am happy to know that with God on my side that even in my failing there is forward motion. That's why I am failing forward and learning to rely on His strength, His words, His grace, His love, His compassion. Because as capable as I am I can't do what He wants me to in my own strength. 2011 for me is a line in the sand. I will no longer live my life as I have in the past. All I have to do is provide God with the environment and He will do the rest. Mark 4:26-28 has really spoken to me.

 

²⁶ He also said, “This is what the kingdom of God is like.

A man scatters seed on the ground. 

²⁷ Night and day, whether he sleeps or gets up,

the seed sprouts and grows,

though he does not know how.  

²⁸ All by itself the soil produces grain

— first the stalk, then the head,

then the full kernel in the head.

 

There is always spiritual growth occurring in my life - even when I can't see it. While sleeping and walking (normal life) GOD is causing things to sprout and grow. This parable shows that the sower only needed to provide the environment and the rest just happens - though we know not how. God wants to do it all by Himself. It's not my job to fix me. When I am stressed I get in God's way to do it all by Himself. What pressure it takes off me to know I don't have to do anything more than provide good ground and God will do the rest. My capabilities are not needed when God is growing something in my life - phew! God's divine grace is all I need. 

Redefining grace - 

Grace is unexplainable stuff

coming from the divine realm,

directly into our lives to 

produce the impossible.

Thank God for His grace because things feel pretty impossible most of the time, but it's okay because He has it all figured out.

Dark shadow

How do you describe a feeling that leaves you numb and void?
A great hole of nothing,
That overwhelmingly becomes a canyon.
Assaulted by a dark predator,
Hiding in the shadows,
Waiting until I am distracted enough to not notice his subtle following and attachment.
I recognise the signs earlier now,
But it still doesn't help me kick this unwanted stranger back to where he came from.

I wish I could say I am stronger this time,
But the pain of disappointment, that this has happened again, strikes me hard.
What I do know is that I have a friend,
Who with His strength I will conquer this time.
I know I am held in His hand and am comforted by His words.

This time the darkness will not own me.
It will not play Russian roulette with my life.
I will learn to defeat you, dark unpleasant shadow,
Because even though you may take my emotions and my enjoyment for life,
You will never take my spirit.

I know even when I can't feel,
That there is someone who loved me enough to die for me.
And because of this I know I will have the life I dream of.

I know that I am loved.
I know that I am precious.
I know that I am worthy.

This time you will not fool me with your lies, dark shadow.
You may cover me in darkness,
But I know my Son is coming.
I have hope,
Hope for a life that is worth more than gold or diamonds.
I am and will overcome you, dark shadow,
For I carry the Light within.