At age 32 I could only be out of bed 20 minutes a day. I passed out daily. The doctors assured me there was nothing wrong with me. I saw no end in sight. My children took care of much of the house work that wasn't done by DH. I did not choose this. I did not know how to change it. I hit bottom. God loved me at the bottom and encouraged me to keep moving. He reassured me that the only way He could direct me is if I moved. So I struggled forward taking on my own research as to what was wrong with my body and why I couldn't function. Finally progressing far enough I entered counseling with DH still thinking that if we fixed our marriage then everything would be fine. I was so naive. Stunning revelations in those first 6 months of counseling. I did not know what dissociation was. I did not know that my blanks of time were for a reason. I did not know my own past. All of that changed with an all mighty crash. I am in better shape than I ever have been. I can do more in a day than I could in a week at age 32. The pain of remembering. The pain in my body. The suffering changed me. I believe for the better.
Years ago when email was fun with lots of stories I received this in my email: