ARE YOU OK?
"She was looking at the mirror earlier this evening (well, make that yesterday cuz now it's almost two in the morning,) and asked the girl in the mirror (as Britney would say :) that question... are you ok? She has been keeping herself esp. her mind pretty occupied with anything that she can get her hands on. Mostly, she sits before her pc and read until the little muscles on the upper part of her eyes begin their spastic activity; then she has to pay them attention.
She noticed that her mind is mostly empty. She goes to her room to read her school books but only a wee bit seem to register. She talks to people but she noticed that she can't make a good conversation. Her conversations are ok, thank you, (grunts, nods) and the necessary answer to whatever questions she's asked. At worst, the crankiness escapes to the surface if she doesn't guard herself.
She spends her nights listening to her husband's breathing and getting up every few minutes to turn the tv on and try to tire her eyes to sleep. She's cried a few times this week for no good reason at all. She seems to be ok, but it all seems shallow... shallow in the sense that her ok-ness is a facade... is it indeed a facade or is she just putting too much drama about and on herself? The hormonal imbalance that causes mood swings to pregnant women should be over by now. But one afternoon, someone sort of snapped at her a little bit and she spent the next hour throwing things around the room, off the shelves and howling like a demented female dog.
Boy, she feels so self-centered being unable to walk normally after almost a month already and having people ask her if she is feeling ok... hah! maybe she's losing it? Well, she's legitimately in physical pain but she really feels guilty when her husband has to wake up in the middle of the night to push her so she can get off the bed to go and write non-sensical things like this just because she cannot sleep.
Then she can't stop thinking, "Does an 8th week-old embryo has a spirit/soul?" Then she feels guilty that she is even wondering about that, considering what she is. And even that turns her eyes into a well of tears. So is she OK? Maybe she needs a shrink... hehe
My advise to her: "Get a grip! 'goodness!"
That was written one sleepless night last week. Yesterday evening, my friends came to the house for our weekly prayer. I told them about that woman above, and they "told" me to pray for her and them. What a prayer meeting! :) It was good actually, for me to pray for her and be honest with the Lord and herself and her friends about where she is at last week. I am hoping and praying for better days this week and the coming weeks.
She noticed that her mind is mostly empty. She goes to her room to read her school books but only a wee bit seem to register. She talks to people but she noticed that she can't make a good conversation. Her conversations are ok, thank you, (grunts, nods) and the necessary answer to whatever questions she's asked. At worst, the crankiness escapes to the surface if she doesn't guard herself.
She spends her nights listening to her husband's breathing and getting up every few minutes to turn the tv on and try to tire her eyes to sleep. She's cried a few times this week for no good reason at all. She seems to be ok, but it all seems shallow... shallow in the sense that her ok-ness is a facade... is it indeed a facade or is she just putting too much drama about and on herself? The hormonal imbalance that causes mood swings to pregnant women should be over by now. But one afternoon, someone sort of snapped at her a little bit and she spent the next hour throwing things around the room, off the shelves and howling like a demented female dog.
Boy, she feels so self-centered being unable to walk normally after almost a month already and having people ask her if she is feeling ok... hah! maybe she's losing it? Well, she's legitimately in physical pain but she really feels guilty when her husband has to wake up in the middle of the night to push her so she can get off the bed to go and write non-sensical things like this just because she cannot sleep.
Then she can't stop thinking, "Does an 8th week-old embryo has a spirit/soul?" Then she feels guilty that she is even wondering about that, considering what she is. And even that turns her eyes into a well of tears. So is she OK? Maybe she needs a shrink... hehe
My advise to her: "Get a grip! 'goodness!"
That was written one sleepless night last week. Yesterday evening, my friends came to the house for our weekly prayer. I told them about that woman above, and they "told" me to pray for her and them. What a prayer meeting! :) It was good actually, for me to pray for her and be honest with the Lord and herself and her friends about where she is at last week. I am hoping and praying for better days this week and the coming weeks.
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