So my last post was a cheery, upbeat piece where I’m basically basking in the victory glow. Woe is me, I celebrated too soon. I forgot a key truth: E.d. requires 100% vigilance. You can’t afford to drop your guard. And the day after the biggest success can be your weakest. So yep, I failed. And was pretty down about it but didn’t let it ruin my week.
Conclusion: why does e.d. have to be such a sneaky little bastard! Or maybe not…this occurred at night, I was so tired, there was tons of food, I had tea on my full juicy stomach, which is a lethal combination for acid reflux…What did I expect! Basically, I was tired and lazy and riding on last week’s victory wave, figuring I’d make it again. Nope. You can’t afford to show any weakness, any softness, to your enemy. Ever.
Another conclusion: sometimes, I feel annoyed by what a first world problem e.d. is. I feel guilty for still stressing over food when other people are starving, being herded into refugee camps, homeless, jobless, dying, beaten…There is so much “real suffering“ going on, my trials can seem very trivial and inconsequential in comparison. Then I remember how I live in a country where obesity is a real issue, I come from a country where obesity is an even bigger issue, and God cares about my cares. No matter how small they seem.
And as I am over the worst of the hill, I see the silver linings. As N said to me earlier this week, he is glad I didn’t get better in the US because if I had, I probably would have stayed there, maybe married someone there, and we most likely wouldn’t have met. After all, wholesome people with less serious issues are the marrying kind, right! (hah!) And as I have thought countless times, my journey with e.d., depression, anxiety etc., gave me a new empathy, compassion and understanding for the countless others who struggle with addictions and mental illness of some sort.
For instance, just this past weekend, a childhood friend opened her heart, expressing the anger, hurt and unforgiveness she has towards her abusive, religious father, and how it’s affected her view of God and Christianity. I watched her as she angry gesticulated, chain-smoking away, and the pain and confusion in her eyes was almost tangible. I shared more pieces of my own story with her, offering hope. I sense she’s not ready to take the surrender plunge yet, but I know God has His hand on her and I must be patient and trust that full freedom is coming for her, and her family.
Sometimes, I feel like life is one giant puzzle, one giant problem to be solved day by day. And I get tired of it, tired of people’s issues, tired of my own, tired of bad news, tired of washing the same dishes day after day…Then I remember, this is the price of free will. This is what we have done. Jesus didn’t want Eve to eat the apple. Jesus didn’t want me to be abused. But the apple was there. The choice was there. We are more than robots, we were made to make our own choices and as we know the true Father, and what it means to love Him, then we are truly free. Sin has been defined as a “lack of moral perfection,´´ in other words, when we humans try to live out of our own strength and understanding, we can make these kinds of choices. And then, God works to bring good out of what the enemy intended for evil, as I see in my own awesome marriage, which I wouldn’t trade for anything.
Those that abuse, those who kill, what’s in their consciences? My friend’s father, singing God’s praises in church one day and hitting my friend the next, what is in his heart?
And me, who do I reconcile my heart knowledge and head knowledge? Every day, my heart beats with a blind hope and a blind faith, and sometimes, I cry over the dishes, longing for what not yet is. Some days I just cry, other day I eat too much, read stupid crap, snap at my husband, leave the dishes for the next day.
I don’t belong here, but I must stay for now, striving towards the light, everyday trying to reflect more of my Father’s light in my thoughts, attitudes and choices. I must stay and continue in this healing process of my own problems, first world though they may be. 🙂
How hard it is sometimes.