Lessons from Job: Part One
Shortly after Brent had his life changing surgery and had his health fully restored, I started having anxiety attacks. Regular, frequent anxiety attacks. I felt like I was having a heart attack and didn't know how to make it stop. It was usually triggered by something benign, something that normally would not even phase me. One day it started because one of my children had lost her jacket at school. I know, weird. I couldn't figure out what was going on. For SIX YEARS, while Brent was sick, I was a rock. I was the one that constantly held our family together and was incessantly chasing the dark cloud out of the room during that entire time he was ill. I was the one that kept things going. Why, NOW, was I falling apart? After much prodding from a loving aunt, a concerned husband, and a thoughtful mother, I scheduled a session with my Institute teacher who is a licensed family therapist. At the first session, he asked ...