“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.”― Laurell K. Hamilton
I suppose you could say it all finally came crashing down. Post natal psychosis and depression… I think of it like a brick wall – it slowly slowly builds one brick at a time, heavier and heavier but watch out for the massive fall when all the bricks all come falling down. Or better still… catch it way before the wall comes falling down.
Psychotic thoughts whirl around in my head…
A pedophile will get to my children and it would be a good idea if I started finding them.
The woman at the McDonald’s drive through was ‘having a go’ at me and was out to ‘get’ me.
Someone was listening to me via my Bluetooth phone speaker in the car. I put it in the bin.
All the food in the house was poison.
My sister, niece and nephew had come into my house and had a party without me.
The house had been broken into.
My husband may go and leave us soon.
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Reader,
I am the sister Amanda refers to in this piece of writing. I have watched helplessly from the sidelines as she plummeted to her lowest depths and now, with much joy, I am witnessing her healing.
Her strength and courage throughout what has been a long and arduous journey, has been nothing short of remarkable.
I admire her ability to continue to seek wellness and her constant resolve to bring healing to others. Her greatest gift is hope... for all those affected by similar illnesses and for all who care for them.
Her sense of dignity, subsequently impaired, is now restored. Her sense of self renewed. Her days are joyful once more, her hopes for the future filled with promise.
My love for her has never waivered, everpresent, a love that she is now both able, to give and to receive.
Donna Goodridge
Readers,
I am the sister that Amanda refers to in this piece of writing. I have watched helplessly from the sidelines as she plummeted to her lowest depths and now with much joy I am witnessing her healing.
Her strength and courage through what has been a long and arduous journey has been nothing short of remarkable.
I admire her ability to continue to seek wellness and her constant resolve to bring healing to others. Her greatest gift is hope... for all of those who have and continue to suffer from similar illnesses.
Her sense of dignity though once impaired, is now restored. Her days are joyful once more, her hopes for the future intact. My love for her will never waver... a love she is now once again able to give and to receive.
Donna Goodridge