Last week, I took some time away from Facebook and Twitter. I needed to clear my head and work on some things inside. But then this happened.
So much for Internet fasting and soul-searching during Holy Week. The emails and private messages began pouring in almost immediately. I didn’t expect my one little link and profile picture to capture so much attention in the flood of angry posts that day. I was wrong.
Once again, I didn’t know what to say. I don’t want to argue these things. At several points I asked myself what compels me to make such public statements. Why do I do this to myself?
All day, my phone buzzed and my heart ached as I watched the people of God debating laws and creating slippery slopes and toppling straw men and prophesying dire consequences for this thing or that thing. I also ached as I received private messages from my gay friends. I wanted to cry and rage at how the church can be so unsafe. Jesus-followers should be the safest people on earth, yet they are the ones I hide from the most. They are ones with whom I’m most afraid to be me.
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Fast forward two years. In 2011, something happened that flipped the way my body handled stress on its head. The church we had been at closed its doors, but the church we were attending didn’t take kindly to my blog. My grief had deteriorated into full-on depression which I was just beginning to treat with medication. Our remaining kids were getting older and more complicated, as was my job (which was a good thing – it meant we were successful). Everything needed more time and mind space than I had, and I was stretched paper thin. I became so stressed out by my inability to meet expectations that I developed chronic stomach aches and digestive issues. Over the course of about six months I lost 20 pounds. It was nice to lose the weight and buy skinny jeans, don’t get me wrong, but that’s the wrong way to do it. I was mentally, emotionally, and physically sick, and I needed to take action before I made myself even more ill.
In April of 2011, I resigned from my job to become a freelance writer. This freed my mind and my schedule, allowing me to exercise regularly, read for fun, go to my kids’ events at school, write and blog more, and of course, take on freelance projects. I learned about a company that met my skepticism with research and began using their supplements to strengthen my immune system and heal my digestive tract. Steadily, my body and my mind grew healthier. I was so impressed with how these products helped all of us (especially my youngest, who has medication allergies), that
Last month, my supplement company launched a new healthy-diet program. Their
That may not sound like much, but this is a really big deal for me. I’ve been able to keep up my workouts, and even cheat a little.
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