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I share my personal experience with bipolar disorder and how God used people and medication to heal me. My story starts as a child traumatized by a single event that left me feeling worthless and hopeless. That was until I had an encounter with Jesus that left me feeling accepted and loved by my creator. But this new relationship would be tested. Could I possibly change my life and the way I was living it? How would my family react to the new me?
After about eight days of therapy and medication, I was released from the hospital. It was a bittersweet moment. I wanted to be home, but I knew I would miss my group. We had bonded, and I did not want to leave that behind, but I knew I had to go so I could unpack everything I acquired in the hospital for maintaining my wellness.
I sat in Pastor Paul’s office, unsure of what to expect. I was nervous to let go of the secret I kept to only a few people and myself. I was about to tell the pastor what happened to me as a young girl.
Am I healed? A question I asked myself over and over again. I did not fully understand what healing was. In my mind, I thought being healed meant that I did not have bipolar disorder or PTSD any longer. However, God, in his infinite wisdom, showed me that my healing meant I could live well in spite of the diagnosis. It meant that I was not going to fold and let the diagnosis overcome me.
After about eight days of therapy and medication, I was released from the hospital. It was a bittersweet moment. I wanted to be home, but I knew I would miss my group. We had bonded, and I did not want to leave that behind, but I knew I had to go so I could unpack everything I acquired in the hospital for maintaining my wellness.
I sat in Pastor Paul’s office, unsure of what to expect. I was nervous to let go of the secret I kept to only a few people and myself. I was about to tell the pastor what happened to me as a young girl.
Am I healed? A question I asked myself over and over again. I did not fully understand what healing was. In my mind, I thought being healed meant that I did not have bipolar disorder or PTSD any longer. However, God, in his infinite wisdom, showed me that my healing meant I could live well in spite of the diagnosis. It meant that I was not going to fold and let the diagnosis overcome me.