Dear friend, I’ve been just like you and thought things would never get better. But I’m living proof that they can. It sounds like you are panicking all the time, just like I was doing until I tried suicide and was hospitalized last September. While in the hospital a chaplain talked to me about how it hurts so bad when we realize we don’t have total control over our lives. But I slowly learned that I can control (not always, but mostly) my panicking. I want you to do some things: First of all, call churches until you find a pastor who will help you decide if you can stay in this marriage. Your husband sounds like bad news, and I think you are terrified to leave and try to be on your own.
Find some free counseling, or call a women’s shelter–somebody will talk with you and help you figure out something. There is help for people in your situation–but you have to talk to people to find out where it is.
To help you calm down, if you can go to a free clinic, please go and get some med for anxiety. There are some really good ones.
To help you think better–if you can, go to counseling somewhere. But if you can’t, please do what I am doing. I am studying 3 books that help me be stronger no matter what mess is going on. One book is called “Faith for Personal Crises” by Carl Michalson”. It is dirt cheap at Alibris books and it is awesome. Even if you don’t have faith now, reading that book will give you faith and hope. Then, read from the Bible–Psalms, Isaiah (Here is Isaiah 43: Fear not, you are mine. When you pass through the water, I will be with you; in the rivers you shall not drown. When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned) Also First Peter 5:7 Cast all your cares on Him because He cares for you! Stay calm and aware. Your enemy the devil is prowling like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. Resist him, solid in your faith, realizing that the brotherhood of believers is undergoing the same sufferings throughout the world. But God, in Christ, will himself restore, strengthen, and establish those who have suffered a little while.
Last of all, can I give you some tips I have learned to help myself calm down, no matter how upset and afraid I am. I have learned to say to myself, “Hey, there’s no point in trying to mentally force everything to change–I try to just accept that it is bad, but I’ll deal with it one day, one hour, one minute at a time. Or to put it another way, my Mama used to say, “You ain’t supposed to get all high about things!.” Yes, your life sucks right now! Yes, it’s not fair that you are stuck in a rotten marriage, and that society is not providing you all with enough money for you to feel secure. It sucks out loud, honey. But with the Lord’s help you can take it, and you can take steps, just one step at at time, to make things better. Call people, look for help, find ways to calm down, find faith by reading the Bible. Don’t give up. I will pray for you tonight.
Libbyc
- written 1 year, 6 months ago – voted for by adiokid
Dear little friend,
I am 53 years old and I’m guessing you are a lot younger than that. Anyway, I often fear death and wonder what’s the point of life, but words come into my mind saying, “We are here to love”. I have lost my parents, my father to suicide when I was 18. My brothers don’t act like brothers–they hurt me deeply all the time. But I am lucky (or blessed?) that I do have a husband who loves me. Now he’s not perfect, and we get real mad sometimes, but bottom line is we are there for each other. We never had children. We have 4 cats and 2 dogs that we love so much.
Now, you may think you are hurting so bad nobody can understand. I feel that way a lot too. But here’s what I’m asking you to do, dear child–just hold on–in this life if you hold on, good things may be just around the corner. But the key is to always look out for ways to give love–and then one day it will be returned to you. I promise you it is true. I don’t know how it comes (maybe from God?), but things do turn in wonderful ways if you hold on and give all the love you are able to find in your hurting heart!
I also want to tell you there have been many times when I was within days of being homeless and then I landed a job just in time. Also when I gave up looking for a husband (I was 33), my dear husband came along. Then, just this year, my doctor said she would not give me my sleep meds anymore (I have terrible insomnia). I had a tantrum and destroyed stuff, and the very next morning I found a wonderful doctor who understands my anxiety, insomnia, and my need for the meds.
I will hope and pray with all my heart that you find peace and love amidst all the trouble and pain of life. - written 3 weeks, 5 days ago
Can you go to a phone somewhere and call me collect? You can then tell me the phone # where you are calling from and I will call you there from my phone. That will save me some money. I want to talk to you on the phone before I send anything. If you are for real I really do want to help, but I need to hear you to know if I can trust you.
I am writing again because I think you need to know that I know how you are hurting. About a year ago my mother died. My 44-year-old schizophrenic brother was living with her. He had always refused to apply for Disability. When she died he was left there penniless. My husband and I paid his house payments for several months, bought him a car, did lots of other things for him, and finally put him into a rest home. It all cost us about $12,000, and finally he got SSI benefits. We pleaded with relatives to help us with all this. Two gave us $1000 or more, and our church gave us $1000. Other relatives gave smaller amounts totalling maybe $700-800–I can’t remember now. But the richest relatives gave us nothing–absolutely nothing. It hurt me so bad and shocked me so bad that I had terrible tantrums and destroyed furniture and two TVs. I am not proud of that, and I have learned from this experiece that I cannot control everything, and I must forgive as best I can. It’s really hard, though, especially when my own brother (another brother) is quite rich and didn’t care if our sick brother ended up on the street.
Libby - written 10 months ago