Well when I mean she went off the deep end, she went off the deep end. Tried selling all the farm equipment, affairs, heavy drinking, falsely accusing my dad of assault… but dumb enough to say it happened on a day he could prove he was out of country.
I survived it and yes I did go off the deep end. I had my first "panic attack" with depression and stress which lasted about 2 or 3 years. I still have them "occassionally" but I recognize them for what they are. I simply shut them off by doing something so my mind doesn't dwell on them. They medicated me because I stayed drunk for about 3 months because I could not live with myself. After some time of medication, I decided I had had enough; so I threw out the pills and quit going to those "stupid" everyday psychiatric sessions. I told myself that I was "me once, and I will be me again." So I pulled myself up from the bottom I had hit and slowly got myself back. My husband, God bless him, toughed it out and put up with me. Any other man would have probably left me but he didn't. Then 3 years later, we had our first child and then the next year we had our daughter. Sometimes when life throws you lemons; you really do have to learn to make lemonade.
I wouldn't say that I am really strong, as I had my points in that time period where I really wanted to give up. And there are two kinds of stress and depression that cause panic. There is the inherited kind that other members of your family may have; and then there is the traumatic kind where you suffer from something you can not face. The traumatic kind is not a family trait and is easier to cope with and perhaps even rid yourself entirely; while the inherited stress will be with you for the rest of your life. Naturally I suffered the traumatic loss of 2 children I so desperately wanted and then I had thoughts that perhaps I would not ever have children.
Once I got to the cause and the differences, I knew I wasn't taking any more pills or getting drunk to drown my sorrows. I knew then that I WAS GOING TO BE ME AGAIN and I was dead set on doing it my way. I know in my heart that God was with me and helped me through this time, because if he hadn't, I would have never raised myself up from rock bottom. So I give God the glory for the strength he gave me. Thank you Lord.
You did well to survive it. My dads ex-wife had four miscarrages and it pushed her completely off the deep end.
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Well when I mean she went off the deep end, she went off the deep end. Tried selling all the farm equipment, affairs, heavy drinking, falsely accusing my dad of assault… but dumb enough to say it happened on a day he could prove he was out of country.
I survived it and yes I did go off the deep end. I had my first "panic attack" with depression and stress which lasted about 2 or 3 years. I still have them "occassionally" but I recognize them for what they are. I simply shut them off by doing something so my mind doesn't dwell on them. They medicated me because I stayed drunk for about 3 months because I could not live with myself. After some time of medication, I decided I had had enough; so I threw out the pills and quit going to those "stupid" everyday psychiatric sessions. I told myself that I was "me once, and I will be me again." So I pulled myself up from the bottom I had hit and slowly got myself back. My husband, God bless him, toughed it out and put up with me. Any other man would have probably left me but he didn't. Then 3 years later, we had our first child and then the next year we had our daughter. Sometimes when life throws you lemons; you really do have to learn to make lemonade.
I wish my Dads wife had been as strong as you. She basically ruined him. In the end he lost everything and she walked away with most the money.
I wouldn't say that I am really strong, as I had my points in that time period where I really wanted to give up. And there are two kinds of stress and depression that cause panic. There is the inherited kind that other members of your family may have; and then there is the traumatic kind where you suffer from something you can not face. The traumatic kind is not a family trait and is easier to cope with and perhaps even rid yourself entirely; while the inherited stress will be with you for the rest of your life. Naturally I suffered the traumatic loss of 2 children I so desperately wanted and then I had thoughts that perhaps I would not ever have children.
Once I got to the cause and the differences, I knew I wasn't taking any more pills or getting drunk to drown my sorrows. I knew then that I WAS GOING TO BE ME AGAIN and I was dead set on doing it my way. I know in my heart that God was with me and helped me through this time, because if he hadn't, I would have never raised myself up from rock bottom. So I give God the glory for the strength he gave me. Thank you Lord.