Hi, new friends! I am delighted to meet you here! At exactly the same time that I was praying for God to show me WHAT TO DO about my "corona virus funk," I was approached by a dear friend, J'Lynn, about your wonderful organization! Jesus is GREAT that way! He often use ones of us, to answer another's direct prayer!
I look forward to sharing my personal journey through major depression, severe anxiety and passive death wish. I was originally diagnosed with the depression and anxiety, in 1981. It was brought on by the horrendous bodily pain of fibromyalgia and the life-sucking exhaustion of chronic fatigue.
One year later, my husband, our birth daughter and I, welcomed a precious baby boy into our lives, by way of adoption. Robby had been abandoned from birth. The experience of being chosen by God as his family, was one of the biggest blessings of our lives!
Robby was blinded by the level of oxygen required to survive as a 2.9 pound preemie. Over the seven and a half years that he lived, I stayed with him in hospitals across Louisiana, for ninety days at a time. Before that, my "norm" had been a wife and "stay at home" mom, to our six year old daughter.
I was heartbroken over spending so much time away from my husband and our daughter. To add to the mix, Robby's ninety day hospitalizations took a physical toll on my body. The combination of both, caused my depression, anxiety and fatigue to skyrocket!
The medical professionals had predicted Robby's life expectancy would be one to two years, at best. After his third and fourth birthdays came and went, we began to think that we might have him into adulthood, after all!
At least every few months, Robby's condition would go rapidly from "fair" to "critically ill." We repeatedly were told to call everyone in, to say their goodbyes. As quickly as we could wrap our heads around that scenario, he would bounce back to being "fairly" healthy. The physicians nicknamed him the "Comeback Kid!"
We were blessed, beyond measure, to have that precious angel of God with us on earth until he was buried on Christmas Day of 1989.
When Robby gained his angel wings, we found ourselves living as a totally shattered and broken family. Our "new normal," without Robby's human presence, emotionally and physically made even breathing extremely difficult. We never, in our wildest of imaginations, knew that this depth of grief pain existed!
My husband and I had NO IDEA how to NOT BE Robby's earthly parents! Our daughter couldn't begin to figure out how to NOT TO BE his earthly sibling.
It was at that time that our family joined the first support group we had ever been members of. THAT was when I realized the invaluable help of sitting across from others who TRULY knew our kind of pain. God lead us to those treasured members of the Compassionate Friends support group.
It was through our faith in God, the loving support of friends and family, AND the Compassionate Friends organization, that we learned how to begin the process of inhaling and exhaling, once again.
That, my new friends of Focus Clubhouse, is how I KNOW the VALUE of you and I sharing with one another here! Be blessed! Stay safe and happy!
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