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Showing posts with label Anxiety. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Postpartum's Gaping Black Hole

Postpartum's Gaping Black HoleI had no idea what was happening to me. I only knew that the worst thing in the world was to be conscious. 
            by Denise Blumberg     

My first struggle with Postpartum Depression occurred when I was still living in the United States, with my husband and three kids. I was 33 years old, and had for the previous six years been working on my Ph.D. A mere two weeks after submitting the final draft of my thesis, I gave birth to a healthy, eight-pound baby girl. She was born at home, by choice, and I was surrounded by friends and care-givers.
The period immediately following her birth was exhilarating. My Ph.D. came through during Sukkot, which added to an already festive Yom Tov. Life was normal and happy. I was busy with the kids, tending to my family's needs, the house, going back to aerobics classes – all the normal functions of daily living.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Delivery from Darkness : Bringing postpartum depression out of the closet.

Delivery from Darkness

Bringing postpartum depression out of the closet.    
Excerpted from Delivery from Darkness, A Jewish guide to prevention and treatment of postpartum depression.
"I Was Being Buried Alive," the author's personal account

I was irritable; I cried; I was exhausted, yet had trouble sleeping. Getting through each day seemed nearly impossible. My own children avoided me; my husband tiptoed around me. I was convinced that my family and the world would be better off without me.
Although I was a certified nurse midwife at that time, my lack of experience and understanding of postpartum depression (PPD) matched that of the average layperson and, unfortunately, most medical professionals. PPD was something that happened to "other" women who already had psychological problems.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

MORE TO FOLLOW . . . grace upon grace . . . .


At the end of the day, a weary child is cradled comfortably at the lap of his loving father.  The thrills and cares of the day spin off from his mind as he fights his heavy eyelids.  He runs his tender fingers at the face of his father, gathers himself together and draws his lips closer to his father’s right ear.  

    Then he smiles as he whispers almost inaudibly, his hands feeling the sturdy arms and shoulders of his father.  The father smiles and nods repeatedly, responding with that usual reassuring voice.  


    The child’s voice faded into silence as he drifts off to a peaceful sleep. He had his fill of today’s delights – but he has his cares and desires for tomorrow.  His sleep is undisturbed as he had confided everything in his heart to his father.

Friday, November 16, 2012

What If Making Love Helped You Make Miracles?

by GINA PARRIS
Have you ever been so stressed you wished for a miracle…?

Paul was on the couch bitterly straining over his computer for the countless night in a row.
I know how much he hates coming home from workjust to do “other people’s work,” night after night, from his laptop. The irritation flowed like smoke from his nostrils.  His entire energy said, “Leave me alone!”
He wasn’t the only one under stress in the house. Some days the anxiety coursed through any one of us to the point of nausea. Did I mention this can lead to fighting?
Finally he shut the computer, grabbed his cup of tea and headed down the hall. I called out to him from the living room.
“Hey, I think I’m learning something. You are clearly in need of miracle sex.”

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Is Sex Addiction a Real Disease?

Celebrities have made headlines in recent years citing "sex addiction" as a reason for their infidelity.

But is what's known to psychologists as "hypersexual disorder" a real pathology or just a lame excuse for bad behavior?

The issue is a real one, since there's been talk of including hypersexual disorder in the upcoming revision of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM), considered the "bible" for psychologists.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

MORE TO FOLLOW . . . "grace upon grace" . . . .


At the end of the day, a weary child is cradled comfortably at the lap of his loving father. The thrills and cares of the day spin off from his mind as he fights his heavy eyelids. He runs his tender fingers at the face of his father, gathers himself together and draws his lips closer to his father’s right ear. Then he smiles as he whispers almost inaudibly, his hands feeling the sturdy arms and shoulders of his father. The father smiles and nods repeatedly, responding with that usual reassuring voice: "Go to sleep . . . ."

The child’s voice faded into silence as he drifts off to a peaceful sleep.

He had his fill of today’s delights – but he has his cares and desires for tomorrow. His sleep is undisturbed as he had confided everything in his heart to his father. It is enough that his father knows! It is enough that he is in the arms of his father. It is enough that those strong hands embrace his fragile and weary body. The child believes that his father’s love will find a way to satisfy tomorrow’s needs. 

As Father, God is moved by love to provide for all of the needs of His children. 

At times, fatherly love may find it necessary to withhold some material blessings. But the  hand that withholds is also the same hand attached to the heart that loves. That is all we need to know. 

One of the most beautiful Bible passages is that section of the Sermon in the Mount where Jesus speaks movingly to His disciples about the tender care of His Father for all His children. 

Take no thought for your life,” He says, “ what ye shall eat or what ye shall drink, nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on.  Is not the life more than meat, and the body more than raiment?  Behold the fowls of the air; for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them.  Are ye not much better than they? … 

Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin.  And yet I say unto you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.  Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which today is and tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall He not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?  

Therefore take not thought, saying, What shall we eat? Or, What shall we drink? Or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed? …Your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.  But seek ye first the kingdom of God and His righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.”

“Your Father!”  What a tender, reassuring touch these words give. “Your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.” 

Our heavenly Father does know our every want, desires and needs.  He is abundantly able and willing to provide“He that spared not His own Son, but delivered Him up for us all, how shall He not with Him also freely give us all things?” (Romans 8:32). 

There is no need in our life, however great or small, that God does not know and which He will not fill if it were necessary for our temporal and eternal happiness. “My God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus” (Philippians 4:19).

How can I be sure that each succeeding day will find a sufficient measure of His grace and goodness to see me and my loved ones through?  John speaks of the heavenly glory of Jesus: “Of His fullness have all we received – and grace for grace” (John 1:16) Literally, “grace upon grace.”  

Christ’s goodness pours in upon us as the waves of the sea. As one wave comes crashing to shore, there is always another wave close behind. As the next wave comes frothing in, there is another wave closely following, and another … and another. Christ’s capacity and willingness to provide are like the unending waves of the sea …unlimited, inexhaustible - and eternal. 

A well-to-do man died and left instructions to his wife to give a big portion of his wealth to a poor pastor who had ministered to the family throughout the years. The widow thought it would be best to turn the money over to the pastor in regular installments.  So she mailed him a check for P5,000.00 as a start. Inside the envelop she placed a slip of paper upon which was written: “More to follow.” 

Every two weeks, without fail, the elderly pastor would receive a check with the identical message: “MORE TO FOLLOW.”

“More to follow!”  That is Christ’s unbreakable pledge to all that believe in Him.  The blessings that we receive today are but a pledge for those that we shall receive tomorrow;

And those we receive tomorrow will bear the same pledge of heaven: “MORE TO FOLLOW.” 

”… His compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is Thy faithfulness” (Lamentations 3:22-23).

(based on a old devotional from grampaewie's archives)