Citalopram – adverse reaction

I haven't posted recently, on any of my blogs, because I have really not been well (mostly physically, but that has an impact on mental health too of course). I always seem to be worse in the summer for some reason, and even though (thank God!) I'm not suffering from hayfever to anything like the … Continue reading Citalopram – adverse reaction

Therapy

This is from a group I'm part of for recovering from Complex PTSD. It's not my own (and actually I'm waiting on permission so I may need to come back and either delete or add an attribution), but I wanted to share it because I could easily have said the same thing myself. All the … Continue reading Therapy

Here we go again

Mum was with us for 6 months while I attempted to function as her carer. For various reasons, it did not work out, and we took her home again in March and have arranged for professional carers to be on hand to look after her. My caring duties have not completely finished, but I now … Continue reading Here we go again

Unravelled

​I found this poem in my facebook memories for today, and had to look it up to discover where it was from. I liked it so I thought I would share it.  The book was probably the best one I had on pregnancy loss because it was offering art as therapy rather than just commiserating … Continue reading Unravelled

The Best Laid Plans…

I know it couldnt be further from husband's mind, but after this most recent unexpected pregnancy and miscarriage I had hoped than once we were in our own home finally we would be able to start the adoption process again. But two weeks before we were due to move house, my mother had an emotional … Continue reading The Best Laid Plans…

How Illness has Affected Me

I’m sharing this as Shepherdess for the King is my friend (and I didn’t know you had a ‘Shepherdess’ blog!) And also because ME is one of my diagnoses too, which has prevented me from pursuing my calling too. I have been told by two other pentecostal friends this week that I mustn’t say that I’m ill, because saying it makes me ill. I utterly reject such simplistic thinking. And no, it’s not because we lack faith that we’re being tried in the furnace of infirmity. Please, please have more compassion and kindness than to say such things to sick Christians. Blessings, Shepherdess x

Shepherdess for the King

I don’t often talk about the illnesses I live with but for today I am. Before I became ill, I was an active mum and minister. I enjoyed taking the boys out on walks in the woods, countryside, and fields. I loved watching them explore and we always brought home acorns, twigs, pine cones, etc. in little sandwich bags. I enjoyed working with children. I loved planning programmes and crafts and then spending time getting to know the children in our church. I taught Sunday School, Junior Soldiers, worked at summer camps, etc. I also enjoyed teaching/preaching. I am more a teacher than a preacher.

I was quite active with all these things until 2010 when my life changed. I had sinus surgery in March and then later that year I had swine flu. This was also the year I became a British citizen and went to Brengle Holiness Retreat…

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Sudden Changes

I thought I would post an up-date, as it has been a while and a lot of things have changed. It became apparent that it would have been impossible to leave my mum on her own - we had done everything we could to try to get NHS carers, but no help was forthcoming, so … Continue reading Sudden Changes

Karma

Just a quick note to let you know we have moved (or rather are in the process of moving, since we haven't let the old place go yet, to make moving gradually possible - not the way 'normal' people move, I know, but it seems to be the way we do it!) We have no … Continue reading Karma

Counting Blessings

Hi folks. I'm taking some time out at the moment to care for my elderly mother who, in addition to suffering from bipolar disorder, is beginning to show increasing signs of dementia. it is a bit of a challenge to determine where the bipolar ends and dementia might begin, because my mum has always been … Continue reading Counting Blessings