If you are going to talk on your cellphone at a game, sit behind home plate. There’s a net.
So there i was, sitting in my doctor’s office with tears streaming down my face. I was at the end of my rope, and the conclusion that both Brian and I had come to was that i needed medical help. (or, as we began to call it, better living through chemistry)
Here’s something interesting I caught over at Michael Hyatt’s blog. It contains some surprising ideas about what motivates us. It is by Daniel Pink, author of Drive. Maybe it’s time to get rid of that carrot…
Recently Brian and I had a conversation in which he referred back to the time when Josh was small and I had a very difficult struggle with depression. I had not thought about that part of my life in some time, and got thinking about everything that led up to the day when i finally decided to ask for help. It’s something that i’ve shared with friends and family, but i’ve never really sat down and written it all out before.
In October 2004, Joshua was born. Our much-loved and long-awaited baby boy changed our lives forever as he entered the world. His birth was an amazing experience, although my body needed some time to recover and during that time i started to slide into depression a bit. I think it was probably what most people would call the baby blues – but it never quite went away.
it’s been a wild and wacky time around here lately. i’ve been on medications that play crazy games with your head and body (and believe me, my coworkers and family can attest to that), and then this week one of our two cars died a peaceful, if not quite anticipated, death. she didn’t owe us anything, but we are missing her right now, and we’re shopping for her replacement.
that car was given to us by a couple who had loaned it to us when our (at the time) only vehicle needed MAJOR repairs that were going to take awhile. when we went to return it, they had decided that we should keep it – that, or they were going to donate it somewhere. so we gratefully accepted the gift of that vehicle. yes, it was an ’89, but it was in pretty decent shape for it’s age and it got better highway mileage by FAR than my ’02 Grand Am. we have been thankful for that vehicle many times, and more than that, thankful for the generous spirit of the couple who gave us that car. trust me, this story is leading somewhere beyond our search for a new-to-us car!
so, a week ago Sunday i innocently lifted the lid of the grand piano at church, and it led to unimaginable pain and events that i could never have imagined in a million years.
as i lifted the lid, i felt a little twinge of pain, but thought it would just go away. boy oh boy, was i ever wrong. that night, as i stood playing the keyboard, i felt my lower back getting stiffer and more sore. that night i was engaged in a worship experience that was so wonderful, i didn’t really focus on how i felt physically, but by the end of the service i couldn’t bend at all, and was starting to get a little worried. still, i figured that a few pain killers at home and a snuggle with the heating pad would make it all go away. again… i was so very, very wrong.