My Saturday Became Sunday
Today’s Saturday officially became last week’s Sunday. My escalating nerve issues shook my insides hour by hour. This led to psychotic behavior and being someone who felt totally out of control. The longer things went on my anxiety level kept rising. I didn’t know how to stop this nightmare roller coaster.
Finally I reached such a panic point. I had to call my parents for prayer. I barely got through sharing the jest of how I was struggling and then the dam just broke. I became like a young child crying over his first major boo boo. I could barely speak and I couldn’t deny that built up toxins were flooding through my tears.
The only similar common denominator is sugar. Last weekend I ate a bunch of marshmallows two nights in a row and then my body absolutely crashed that third day. This weekend I ate ice cream two nights in a row followed by neuropathy soaring to unlivable heights. I’ve felt totally crazy and I’ve acted totally crazy. I can promise this battle is not just in my head. As meds kickoff just pray I can rest off this madness that is stealing every ounce of my joy.
“But in my distress I cried out to the LORD; yes, I cried to my God for help. He heard me from his sanctuary; my cry reached his ears. 2 Samuel 22:7