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I was 37 years old when my life, as I knew it, began to fall apart.

It all started with what seemed to be a heart problem. I was rehearsing for a play at church when suddenly my heartbeat became too loud, too fast. A pain in my chest made me think, “I’m having a heart attack.” And then, nothing. The symptoms disappeared.

I decided not to pay attention to it. That was a mistake.

Over the next eight months, I visited eight or nine specialists. MRIs, echocardiograms, EEGs. No one could find anything wrong with me. They sent me home with no answers as my symptoms worsened.What we didn’t know then was that my brain was sick, not my heart.

When Everything Went Dark
Depression came like a thick fog that I couldn’t clear. Just getting up in the morning was like climbing a mountain. I cried from beginning to end at church services. I isolated myself from my brothers and sisters in Christ because how could they understand what I was going through if I didn’t even understand it myself?

And then came the most frightening symptoms: intrusive thoughts about hurting myself. I remember sleeping clinging to my husband Miguel’s arm, terrified of myself. Begging him not to leave me alone.

It was by God’s grace that I didn’t act on those feelings. And it was also by God’s grace that I talked openly with my husband and my parents—they knew how to guide me in the right direction to get help.

The Diagnosis That Changed Everything
It was my father, a true man of God, who guided me to seek out the right professional: a psychiatrist. Despite the stigma, despite our own misguided beliefs that “psychiatrists are for crazy people,” the urgency of the symptoms forced us to act.
The initial diagnosis was clinical depression and panic attacks. The intrusive thoughts disappeared with medication, but something was still missing.

A year later, my husband noticed alarming changes in me: abnormal energy, impulsive decisions, behaviors that did not represent me. The medication had taken me to the opposite pole of depression—mania.

The correct diagnosis finally came: Bipolar Disorder Type 2, with comorbidities of OCD and attention deficit. And something else that no one had identified: early perimenopause that had precipitated and triggered the whole crisis.

My Armchair in the Corner
But here’s what I want you to know: through it all—I NEVER gave up my time with God.

I had my armchair in the corner of my room. And every day, even in the midst of the crisis, I sat there. Some days I just cried. Some days I just sat in silence. Some days I read without feeling anything. But I kept going.

And it was there that God spoke words to me that became anchors:

“I will make your trial your message.”
“You will put a face on bipolar disorder.”

The Answer to My Prayer
I asked the Lord for something specific: “Introduce me to someone with the same diagnosis as me. Preferably a Christian. Preferably a pastor who has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder.”

A few days later, I found Fresh Hope. Its founder: Pastor Brad Hoefs, a person with bipolar disorder. A Christian. A pastor.
God didn’t keep me waiting.

When I connected with my first group, I saw something that changed everything: people with mental health diagnoses living full and productive lives. One celebrating her engagement. Another pursuing a master’s degree. Another actively serving as a missionary.

My level of hope changed in that instant. It was possible to live well—not in spite of having a diagnosis, but while having one.

Today
Today, more than ten years later, I still have bipolar II disorder. I still take medication every day. I still go to my doctor’s appointments. I still have difficult days.

But the difference is that now I live instead of just surviving.

Now I run Fresh Hope in Spanish, serve thousands of people in more than 35 countries, and my diagnosis became exactly what God promised: my message.

What the enemy planned to destroy me, God has turned around for good.

And what God did for me, He can do for you.OCD

If you are struggling today, I want you to know: You are not alone. Your diagnosis is not your destiny. And God wastes nothing—not even your deepest brokenness.
Your story is not over. Redemption continues.

💙 Samantha Karraa
Mutual Support Specialist | Director of Fresh Hope in Spanish

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My Story: When Darkness Came Without Warning

By Samantha Karraa
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Aging Faithfully, A Book Report

By Peggy Rice, Hope Coach Trainer for Fresh Hope

A very good friend of mine recommended a book to me at the end of August. I told her I was going to read it, and she chuckled. “You’re too young for this book!” (I am 20 years younger than she is.) But I was intrigued, and am so glad I picked it up!

It’s called Aging Faithfully, by Alice Fryling. I downloaded it to my Kindle on a Saturday afternoon, and read the whole thing in 3½ hours. I loved it so much that I bought the hard copy so that I could make notes, and answer the questions at the end of each chapter. Yes, I know it’s possible to do that on the Kindle, but it’s not as quick as with my favorite pen, so I got the print version. And I’ve recommended this book to practically everyone!

Yes, it’s written with “older age” in mind. But I’m getting older! Aren’t we all?! And I found so many pearls of wisdom, as I examine my own aging, and that of my loved ones. It gave me insights into what I may someday experience, and what they are probably experiencing now. It also gave me reason so pause, as I consider those in my life who are older than I am, and all that I can yet learn from them.

I remember when my kids were little and I was in Bible Study as a young mom. I was hungry for mentorship, and examples of women who were living Godly lives, who could encourage me. I was often amazed at my group leaders’ teachings, as we studied books and Scripture together. I marveled at their understanding of God’s Word, and how they applied it in their own lives. I looked up to them, and wanted to emulate them. Like Paul says, “Follow my example, as I follow the example of Christ.” I Corinthians 11:1, NIV. That’s what I wanted – to follow them as they followed Jesus, and to maybe someday have that kind of knowledge of God’s Word and its application in my life, too.

I have known Jesus as my Savior since I was at least 3 years old and have tried to follow Him for a long part of my life. And over that time, I’ve walked closely and I’ve wandered. I’ve read and obeyed His Word, and I’ve ignored it. I’ve prayed, and I’ve turned to friends instead of God first. I’ve depended on His strength, and I’ve tried to do things on my own. And He has always been faithful. He has never wavered. He has never thrown up His hands in disgust with me, or declared me a lost cause. Instead, He has always been with me. His Holy Spirit – living in me – has prompted me to repent and confess, to turn around – back to Him – to renew my commitment. He is a very patient loving Father, who has never stopped teaching me. He has brought me along this journey of life, and has allowed me to grow in my knowledge of Him. He has revealed Himself through my reading and studying His Word, through His Presence in the darkness of my depression. And then He restored those dark years, by leading me into ministry opportunities to share my mental health experiences, my own understanding in different Bible Studies, and so many chances to be the hands and feet of Jesus to others.

He did it for me, just like He did for all of those women I longed to emulate when I was younger. Just like He is for my friend who recommended this book. And just like He is doing in Alice Fryling’s life, including allowing her to write this book about how to grow older in and by the grace of God.

As I think back to my younger years again, especially in light of what I’ve learned through reading this book, I see lots of times where God allowed me to partner with Him in ministry opportunities. Things like being a Sunday School teacher for several years, directing Vacation Bible School, helping with Women’s Ministry, learning and then leading prayer groups and Bible Studies. There was a lot of productivity during those years, as Alice puts it. During those younger years, even as a busy mom, I seemed to have lots of energy and the ability to juggle many tasks at one time. This allowed God to do some mighty things, and I got to be part of them.

And then, depression hit. Just before/as my children were leaving home for college, as I was “empty-nesting,” and as my husband was changing jobs and we were moving. In addition to depression, I felt losses of self-identity and relationships, and I struggled to see how God could use me, now that I was no longer in my kids’ lives daily, and I was such a mess emotionally and mentally. I was incredibly broken. How could God possibly use me?

This mental health portion of my life lasted over 10 years, and there were times it was very dark. I didn’t do much in the way of service for God…I was completely wrapped up in my misery. There were times where I didn’t sense God’s Presence, even though I knew – in my head – that He was with me. (Because I had learned that truth from His Word earlier, in my younger years.) So now, I had to trust what I knew, not what I felt. I still went to Bible Study, but mostly just to lean on others, to pick up hope and strength from them, since I had almost none of my own.

And God saw me through it all. He walked with me, even when I didn’t acknowledge that He was there. And since I’ve come to the other side of that depression experience, God has brought productivity back into my life. He’s given me opportunities to share my story and to serve Him in several ways, including through Fresh Hope for Mental Health.

Now, here I am at 61 years old, and I’m moving more slowly than I did before depression. I have some new aches and pains. I need my down-time. I don’t have all that energy and those juggling skills, not like before. And I’m mostly ok with that. I like this new me. I like that I don’t keep a neck-breaking speed anymore (I couldn’t if I wanted to!). I can’t keep the pace I had in my 30s and 40s, even 50s. I’m learning to let go of my need to say “Yes” to every ministry opportunity that presents itself, and am now much more intentional about seeking God’s direction before I commit. I’m trying to focus on learning how to hear God’s voice more clearly. I’m learning about more fruitfulness. “Productivity results from all the tasks I accomplish. Fruitfulness comes from within and includes nontangible ways I relate to others.” (Aging Faithfully, p. 10.)

That’s my new hunger…to hear God’s voice speaking to me. And that’s an element of fruitfulness, not productivity. People won’t see it when God speaks to me; it will be personal and internal. When God spoke to Elijah, it was in a whisper (I Kings 19:9-12). I want to hear that whisper over the cacophony of the world’s voices. It’s a practice, for sure. Today, when I practiced Centering Prayer, my mind was all over the place! I was praying, yes, but I was doing all of the talking…I wasn’t listening. Hopefully, this afternoon will be better (I’m practicing again today, like a do-over!)

There are many other wonderful highlights from Aging Faithfully. Points about letting go of old expectations and ways, accepting changes in our bodies and in our perceived usefulness, anticipating and processing the grief and losses that are inevitably coming, how to transform fears into peace. One of my favorite sections is The Epilogue (p. 125-134), where Alice encouraged me to remember to listen well (something I practice in my Hope Coaching with Fresh Hope), as well as the types of questions we might ask ourselves in our 60s and 70s and 80s.

Through the reading of this book, in looking at my life’s journey so far, and seeing “the fingerprints of God” all over it, I am anticipating the next chapters that God has for me. He has always been faithful, and because His character never changes, He always will be. He will walk the rest of my journey with me, no matter what comes. “I will be your God throughout your lifetime – until your hair is white with age. I made you, and I will care for you. I will carry you along and save you.” Isaiah 46:4, NLT.

Peggy has been involved with Fresh Hope as a Group Facilitator for over 6 years and as the Hope Coach Trainer for over 4 years. She can be reached at peggy@freshhope.us.

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Aging Faithfully, A Book Report

By Peggy Rice, Hope Coach Trainer for Fresh Hope

Aging Faithfully, A Book Report

By Peggy Rice, Hope Coach Trainer for Fresh Hope
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One could make a case that of all our emotions, grief and loss might be the most perplexing of all to cope with. And when a person has a mental health challenge, with its toxic thinking and ruminating thoughts, grief and loss may be even more difficult.

In 2017, I thought depression was in my rear view mirror. I had lost a number of jobs in the past and was unemployed for a good part of 2002. But I had been in my mostly good spirits for a long time as I held my next position, as a newsletter editor, a true blessing from God, for 14 years. A lifelong journalist, I resigned in December 2016 to start my own writing and editing business.

But I returned to the pit of despair when we lost our beloved Maltese, Baxter in May 2017. As I wrote in my book, Climbing out of Darkness: A Personal Journey into Mental Wellness, “After two nights of him howling and getting us up in the middle of the night, it was clear that Baxter was indeed suffering.” (The vet later told us he probably had a brain tumor.)

“I cried like I hadn’t in years. I don’t know how my wife was able to bury him in our backyard. It was all I could do to place stones on his freshly dug grave.

“Baxter is gone. Baxter is gone. For days on end, I could not shake this ruminating thinking out of my mind,” as I wrote in my book. “I grieved even more than when my parents died. What was (even) worse was how some people, especially, non-pet owners, did not understand how losing a pet could possibly compare to the death of a family member. They think, ‘That’s sad, but you will get a new dog.’ I wished it was that simple. After five years and much love, Baxter was family.”

Fortunately, while some don’t fully “get” the loss of a pet, others do. “(Pet) owners are ofen inhibited in their very real grief, even if the animal was considered a full-fledged family member, a child’s favored playmate, or an elderly person’s faithful companion,” wrote Marina London in my book.

The veterinary clinic we took him to sent us a heartful sympathy card. There were others. They definitely helped during this difficult period. In more recent times, I have learned of any number of pet owners grieving the loss of their own, four-legged furry companion. I read online, “No such thing as just a …… (cat or dog).” Another post read, “I don’t care what anyone says. Losing a pet is unbearable.”

Indeed. Losing our beloved dog was the start of a downward spiral that would take the remainder of the year for me to fully snap out of. (It was during this time that I joined a Fresh Hope support group.) “Every night I would go to bed and cry and pray to God to either make me better or take me home. I did not care if I lived or died.”

For many people, grief occurs in stages. In her famous research, Elisabeth Kubler-Ross lists these five stages as Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance. For more on this groundbreaking psychiatrist, check out https://www.ekrfoundation.org/elisabeth-kubler-ross/

Although the stages describe potential success for coping with loss, individuals may not experience them in this order, or at all since grief and loss is a deeply personal experience. That’s for sure. When my dad died in 2007, he was terminally ill and so his passing was not a huge surprise. And yet, perhaps because he was my first parent (or in-law) to pass away, I experienced an emptiness unlike any feeling I ever had before.

Five years later, my mom died in her sleep. It was a more sudden loss, and so one would think I would have felt more grief than when my dad died. Her passing was also more unexpected, as she had just returned home after an operation. And yet as I say, it hit me less. Perhaps because my mother, an habitual planner and organizer, had the details of her funeral spelled out so well it almost felt like we had gone through this (loss) already.

My wife and her mother were very close, so when her mom passed in 2014, I feared it would be a tough road ahead for my spouse. Not half as much as I had thought. It was my mother-in-law’s third bout with cancer, and everyone knew the end was near. It seemed like everyone did their grieving before her passing, and there weren’t nearly as many tears afterward. Of course, it helps when we are Christians and are confident where our loved one is, out of her pain, at home with the Lord.

But sound reasoning doesn’t explain everything. As I said, some people cope with grief well and get through it fairly quickly. Me? I was a near basket case when Baxter passed. “It seemed I was going through the motions in nearly everything I did. I dove into my editing work, checked email, and everything else that work and life entails. But I did not do anything with enthusiasm. I had even lost much of my appetite.” (I lost 25 pounds, and my physician was thrilled with my weight loss.) I was not able to take the wind out of the sails about this “good” news and tell him it came at too high of a price.

Today’s grieving is also different than it was in Victorian times, according to Marina. “People dressed in mourning clothes (black) for two years. It appears they had a much better understanding of the grief process than we do in the 21st century,” she wrote in my book. “Only recently, in 2018, has the diagnosis of ‘Prolonged Grief Disorder’ been added as a diagnostic category.”

In such cases, “grief reactions occur most of the day, nearly every day, for at least a month.” (For me, I’d say they lasted at least four months.) To learn more, check out https://psychiatry.org/news-room/news-releases/apa-offers-tips-for-understanding-prolonged-grief/

A note to the reader who may be grieving. Marina said I should have been receiving supportive counseling and perhaps medication during this difficult period.

Perhaps, but reading and prayer filled the bill quite nicely. Cold Noses at the Pearly Gates, by Gary Kurz is a very helpful book on this topic from a scriptural perspective. Knowing there is a possibility  I might see Baxter again, according to Kurz, was incredibly comforting. The book is available on Amazon at https://www.amazon.com/Cold-Noses-At-Pearly-Gates/dp/0806528877

Regardless if it is a cherished pet, a mother, father, sister, brother, close friend, we all go through grief and loss in this life. Whatever the loss, Christians can take solace that suffering is only temporary. “He will wipe every tear from our eyes. There will be no more death, or morning, or crying or pain. For the old order of things has passed away.” (Revelation 21:4, Isaiah 25:8).

If you’re walking through something similar and don’t want to do it alone, Fresh Hope support groups are a safe place to find encouragement and hope.

Mike Jacquart belongs to a Fresh Hope support group and the author of “Climbing out of Darkness: A Personal Journey into Mental Wellness.” https://www.amazon.com/Climbing-out-Darkness-Personal-Wellness/dp/B0BQ58KJH4 A retired magazine editor, Mike enjoys sharing his story of “pushing through” on blog posts, podcasts, and other presentations. For more information, contact him at michaeljacquart8@gmail.com.

 

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