Healing

A big chunk of the frustration I’ve felt in this process is that there is no quick fix. This surprises one in a world of instant meals and pills that need just a few minutes to dull your migraine pain. The memories strike like a virus, one minute you’re fine the next you’re trembling and chilled.

So I’m slowly accepting it as a companion for the long haul. I suppose there is some comfort in the journey. There’s a chance to look back at the long road traveled. There’s reassurance that this episode like all the others will pass. More importantly there is proof in both Scripture and personal experience of God’s grace that is unearthed and compiled during the process. With every episode, I learn to trust in Him more and see Him more clearly.

The next time a steady weight settles on my chest again and I can’t breathe through the thick of memories and emotions, I will try to be still and know He is God.