Psalm 40: 1-2
“I waited patiently for the Lord;
he turned to me and heard my cry.
2 He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock
and gave me a firm place to stand.”
I stayed in the “pit” much longer than I could have imagined. The past few weeks have been extremely hard and I am so thankful I am being restored. I had a complete emotional breakdown and needed to start taking an anti-depressant. I have new empathy for those who struggle with depression. It takes herculean effort to just get out of bed. I could not smile, laugh, or find joy in anything. To compound this, I became nauseous and unable to eat and there seemed to be one physical complication after another.
I could not have regained some of the old Pamela without the antidepressant. I knew it was working when I wanted to read again and then actually left my home for a short car ride. Apparently in another two weeks I will experience its full effect so I expect to be my sassy self again. Watch out world!
I want to thank everyone for all the support, even from afar, whether it was prayers, cards, food, or small gifts. It is all appreciated. It has been extremely hard on my family and friends to have witnessed what I was going through. Richard has been amazing and many days he would just stay by me holding my hand until I felt okay to be alone. My neighbor Janet laid in bed with me when I just would not get out of it. True love.
Well, I am out of bed now and trying to build back my strength. The first week I walked to the mailbox, the next week was the mailbox and around the yard, and this week I am tackling the road, going a little further each day. My friend Cheri said this is how she ended up being able to run a marathon. Inspiring.