Showing posts with label therapy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label therapy. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

The Mind-Body Connection



God has been working in our lives so powerfully. It’s amazing what can happen when you let go and let God do His thing. What’s that? It’s easier said than done? Yes. It certainly is.

There is something I must admit: I am a glutton for reality television, especially The Real Housewives of Orange County and Beverly Hills. This season of RHOBH has been kind of a dud. A month after season 6 began I decided to give it another chance. It was boring, but I let it play in the background.

In one scene, a woman named Yolanda (who is suffering from Lyme disease) was talking to one of her friends on a park bench. Kyle was expressing that she could relate to being bedridden by an illness, and it made my ears perk. She explained to Yolanda that when her mother died, she fell into a deep depression and was in bed for a few years. She couldn’t do anything, including taking care of her kids. Yolanda responded by telling her that our minds are so powerful that when a traumatic event takes place, it can affect us physically. 

I have heard about that before. But this time was different. I think having a bird’s eye view and watching those women go through their lives really put things into perspective for me. It hit me like a ton of bricks. God spoke so clearly to me that it was undeniable. I needed to see a counselor to help relieve myself of chronic pain and fatigue.

My experience with counselors, therapists, and psychologists is extremely negative. The very first one I saw dismissed me and told me that what I was feeling was “normal teenage emotions”. The others that followed only created more resistance to open up my heart to another stranger. My husband has lovingly suggested that I meet with a counselor at our church who could counsel me with a Godly perspective. Even the several doctors that have been unable to diagnose my chronic pain and fatigue suggested psychotherapy (doesn’t that sound terrifying??). The thought of pouring everything out again made me sick, and I put it off for years. 

That night God told me I was going. I knew I had no choice but to go. I immediately emailed the head counselor at our church and set up an appointment to see her, which made me feel relieved and scared at the same time. 

There was a lot of anxiety and emotions surrounding my first few meetings. The initial one was a “meet and greet”, and the second meeting my husband attended with me for support. It was the session that I once again poured my heart out, exposed my past, fears, hurts and hopes to. I felt the Holy Spirit working in that room with me, with my husband and with my new counselor. I spoke about things that I have not spoken about and held in for years. At the end of the meeting, I felt a huge weight lifted from my shoulders. 

During the next week, I used the “tools” my counselor gave me to work through the current hurts I was letting go. What is incredibly wild is that during that week my physical pain sky rocketed. My body was responding to the emotional turmoil that I was resolving. My negative emotions that I was finally facing were being translated into severe back muscle pain. The mind is so powerful. My mind is so powerful. It was a shocking revelation.

There is amazing power in how we think. That meeting was several months ago. And I am slowly working on each thing; one at a time, that I believe is bearing weight on me. What’s so tough about letting go? Letting go means feeling everything that has been weighing you down. It’s terrifying. It’s too painful. No one wants to revisit emotions that they’ve buried so deep in hopes to never see again. No one wants to reopen and dissect wounds. When it comes to healing though, it’s essential.



Friday, March 16, 2012

TMS: Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation

Yesterday while talking to my doctor about how my medication isn't helping, she brought up what sounded like a crazy futuristic and fictional therapy. At first I kind of laughed out the word "What?!" She began to explain what is called TMS: Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation; a non-invasive method that stimulates and redirects neurons in the brain by using magnetic currents. My doctor then went on to say they just began this treatment in their clinic last Wednesday, and of the 3 patients who are doing this, one already feels better. As soon as she said that, I told her I wanted to know more.

A TMS specialist was called into the office, and we set up an appointment with her for next Wednesday to talk more about this procedure, and to decide if it was right for me. My husband and I went home, not able to stop thinking about this mystical cure for depression. It sounds too good to be true, but after 6 years of suffering, I'm willing to try anything.

When I got home I decided to do my own research, since I'm not patient enough to wait until next week to know more about TMS. We found this video from Dr. Oz that just aired on Wednesday. Around minute 3 in this video, a volunteer patient begins talking about her experience with TMS. When she mentioned what her son had said, I began sobbing. All I want is to be myself again. I miss Debra!!! I don't care how much this costs, I'll do whatever it takes to  be able to live life to the fullest again.
 
 
This video is amazing. Check it out for yourself :)