Staying
committed to your destiny in the face of tragedies or adversity is quite a challenge.
However, it can be accomplished with diligence and our Creator. The Creator has a way of shielding when you
ask Him to. Like going into a cave or
shell and staying there until He says, go forth.
This
is what I was thinking about after learning about the Navy Yard tragedy,
too. It was time to go inside my shell
and just hang out with my Creator. But
He would not let me. Daggonit! He said, “Get right back out there and get
cracking, young lady!” (Smile). This is the attitude we must take when we
recognize that the current news event is causing us to become discouraged and
our dreams become negatively affected.
We can imagine all sorts of bad things when this happens (panic, anxiety, fear) to cause us to
give up!
Ok,
I love revealing parts of my life to help others so check this out: about 20 – 25 years again after becoming
diagnosed with a mental illness, I decided to go back to work. I was assisting my boss with a workshop on
poor self-esteem. At the workshop,
everything somebody shared about his/her life, I interpreted as an attack on
me. By lunch time, I told my boss
something about being sick, etc. and left.
I was fuming mad at everybody for picking on me (not violent). Later that evening my boss called to see what
happened to me. I explained that folks
were picking on me at the workshop. He
asked, “Who?” I told him everybody who
attended. He said, “They don’t even know
you from adam or eve. Are you taking
your medications? It was a self-esteem
workshop. They weren’t thinking about
you. They got issues of their own and
were asking for help to be like you (get where you are, etc.). I apologized and promised it would not happen
again. When I got off the phone, I was
embarrassed and began sinking even deeper into depression. Long story short, I had to quit the job (or
be fired). Truth be told, it was not
time for me to work and not in that type of setting until I became stronger
through mental health treatment to discern separating issues of others as not being attacks
against me. It took about three years to get
there.
Remember
the school kids? Well, that was my next
big job. When they called me Bipolar and
then I ran into another teacher in the restroom while I was balling my eyes out? Well, after that day, I learned to tell the
kids "Everybody is Bipolar so get over it and sit down and do your work before
I write you up!" That was growth in
comparison and a whole heap of love! [I didn’t quit and the name-calling stopped].
See
ya soon,