DEPRESSION

How to float when you want to sink

If you read last Friday’s post, you know we suffered damage from a wind sheer the night before.

So Saturday the chainsaw came out. My husband is always telling me he won’t let me use that particular saw because I might get hurt.chainsaw As I’m getting ready to go outside and help load the truck, my hubby comes in and says, “Hey, where are you”?

“I’m upstairs”, I shout back. “What’s up?”

“I cut myself,” he says.

“How?” I ask

“With the chainsaw”, he says.

I went into overdrive. A chainsaw injury? I’m thinking he’s sounding so calm because he’s in shock. I’m expecting the worse, like an amputated limb.

Why is it men have such an infinity for power tools anyway?  I guess it’s a “macho” thing, huh?

man with chainsaw

Thank goodness, it was just a surface “slice” right above his knee. We cleaned it up and decided he didn’t need stitches. But that brought back some memories I thought I might share with you.

My man has scared me more than once.

This was about ten years ago:

I hear the sirens getting closer.  My heart isn’t just pounding; it’s trying to jump out of its fragile shell. Not again, I say to myself. How many times have I been through this, has he been through this?

Four emergency vehicles, lights flashing, speed up my circular driveway. People swarm everywhere. Six, I think.

I become invisible. “This man is my life”, I want to scream. But I don’t. They need to do their job. I hover nearby, ever his protector.

I ride with him in the ambulance. Amidst what sounds like a normal conversation, I’m shooting up “arrow prayers” hoping they find their target. “Lord, keep him safe.  Help this to be nothing.”

Then my prayers are for me, “Lord, keep me sharp and focused. Help me to be strong. Help me to hear what’s being said. Give me boldness to question, to confront, even to demand. Help me trust my instincts knowing they come from you.”

A peace envelopes me like it does every night when my husband wraps his arms around me and I smile myself to sleep. I know there are stronger arms than his holding me now.

Six hours later, three in the morning, we are home. It’s not his heart but a muscle that is inflamed due to all the projects he’s been doing. It is often confused with a heart attack. We collapse, exhausted but relieved.

It’s now the next day.

Red flag, red flag, my mind tells me. This is a danger zone. The adrenaline continues to flood over me now even though the emergency is over. I need to exercise more to lower the amount of Cortisol

The adrenaline continues to flood over me now even though the emergency is over. I need to exercise more to lower the amount of Cortisol http://stress.about.com/od/stresshealth/a/cortisol.htm floating freely through my system.

I find myself wanting to eat constantly. To stay busy every moment. I’m not ready to think, to evaluate.  I remember his heart attack years before:

“After days at the hospital, I was persuaded to go home for a night. I remember waking up the next morning in a kind of suspended state of reality.  Coming downstairs I saw his truck in the driveway and wondered where he was. The brain fog shattered and I remembered it all too clearly.

His heart stopping-literally. The electric paddles violently abusing his body. The sudden beeping of the heart monitor again. The absolute terror of it all.”

I’m a smart woman, at least about my moods.

I know the aftermath of this crisis is where “IT” (my favorite word for depression) is lying-in-wait to gobble me up.  I’m already planning the days ahead.  Projects to accomplish. Menus to plan. People to connect with.  Making sure I look extra good when I see my reflection in the mirror.  Knowing my time with God will be scattered and unpredictable for a few days.

Knowing that God is OK with that.

Those were just quick snippets of how I felt during that particular emergency. There were a number of them after that. Some truly scary.

Hopefully, my honesty will encourage you that God “keeps” us always, no matter what the crisis. We don’t have to pretend; we only have to trust, not that things will always resolve the way we want them to do but that we can trust God to get us through whatever happens.

God bless and have a good day

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