Why do we with fms must see psychiatrists:a Christian perspective

Discussion in 'Spirituality/Worship' started by baanders, Sep 25, 2008.

  1. baanders

    baanders New Member

    Hello,

    I now many of us with fms need psychiatric help that rheumagologists don't provide. I collected some thoughts on why we should have to see these drs...it complicates life and often they don't know the Lord.

    1. To be a witness to our psychiatrist.

    2. Evil happens for the greater good, so let's not say
    that Satan is so powerful that there can be no good out of it. For example, Adam and Eve fell into sin; the greater good was man's free will.

    3. Because these anxiety and depression issues drive us to Jesus every second of the day. We have become closer to Him. He wants us to rely on Him.

    4. Jesus makes beautiful things of our lives and we can help others down the line who are suffering.

    5. We should really rely on the Lord more than the psychiatrist. Then we can say "I had an answer to prayer." This makes the Lord proud of us. He never wants us to rely on man, it says so in the Bible.

    If you can add to this list, or can relate, let me know,

    love in Jesus Christ,
    Becca
  2. baanders

    baanders New Member

    Bumping for you.

    Jesus loves you. I've been through hell, bedridden off and on for 7 years. I want to reach out to the hurting. I want to be like Jesus. I'm doing great now on Subutex.


    love,
    becca
    [This Message was Edited on 09/25/2008]
  3. lrning2cope

    lrning2cope New Member

    Hi Becca ,

    I like your ideas. For me , it boils down to the Lord is good , and any good that we get in the world is really from Him reguardless of what person or circumstance that He uses to bless us with His goodness. Maybe I am being too simple about it , but that is what i believe.

    The only question that I have is , when I am really weak and in pain and hurting , how do i weed out the good ? I guess i need more faith.

    HOlly
  4. baanders

    baanders New Member

    When you are weak, He is strong

    I know a song:
    Jesus loves me this I know
    for the Bible tells me so
    little ones (that's us too..God is greater than us) to him belong

    We are weak but He is strong.

    Don't try to be better than you are
    Offer up your pain to Him.
    If all you can say is Jesus, than say, "Jesus."


    becca
  5. lrning2cope

    lrning2cope New Member

    Becca , that was just what I needed to hear today . God put you in my path so that I could hear that message. I have printed it out to keep and remind me that He is all I need and all I need to say if I can't say anything else , is Jesus.

    In His Grace,
    Holly
  6. caffey

    caffey New Member

    Your post is really interesting. I am trying to find the right wording to respond. I hope I make sense.

    Our illnesses are so overwhelming that it is impossible to do through this alone. Our primary support is the Lord but He also has given everyone gifts and talents and we are doing people a disservice but not talking with them in allowing them to help us. We were not created to live by ourselves without help.

    Yes it does drive us to Jesus He is the only One who can truly help us. But we are told in the New Testament to comfort others with the comfort that we have received and how can we do that if we have never had any problems.

    I guess what I am trying to say is to keep everything in balance. If you need professional help then go for it and don't feel guilty. If not then it is ok also. Just do what you feel is right between you and God and stay away from those who would put you down.

    One last thing. Even though they may not know the Lord He can still give them an insight into your problem and then you can deal with it or go to your Pastor and he can help you with the spiritual side of a problem.

    Hope I made some sense.
    Cath
  7. maryl

    maryl New Member

    One thing many people don't think about is the fact that the psychiatrist
    can help figure out if an antidepressant can help with your pain, and if so,
    which one. The SSRI's as you probably know, help access the seritonin in our
    brains, and this can help reduce the pain we are feeling. It doesn't necessarily mean that anyone thinks you need a shrink, or are depressed. (altho if that is the case it can be helpful to try the meds, and or therapy.) I have been there, and found that the meds did help both. And as
    noted by another person earlier, even if the Dr. is not a Christian, God can
    use his knowledge for your benefit, and you may have a good effect on him/her. I hope this helps. God bless you all.
  8. wordwarrior

    wordwarrior New Member

    Hi-

    I do see a therapist. She helps. She is the ear I sometimes need. I also Have FMS & Hashimoto's Disease (Autoimmune Thyroid). It is a daily hell. Please see my testimony below. Maybe it will provide you hope.

    “I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten”
    Joel: 2:25 – The Holy Bible

    From someone who’s been there…

    Where do I start? At the beginning, end, middle – it’s difficult to embark on expressing so vast a heaviness in just a few words.

    Domestic Violence is a debilitating scourge that eats away at a woman’s soul - bit by bit she is emptied of her talent, will, and emotion until she stands - a small shell - that is crushed by each powerful wave of violence that overcomes her.

    After enduring my ex-husband’s beatings for years to include, but not limited to, death threats, biting, spitting in my face, the ripping of my arm tendons, punching, slapping, sexual abuse and some emotional and mental battering that made the physical abuse appear palatable - I could bear no more.

    One day, about 12 years ago, I began to clean our upper middle class home (yes folks, not all victims of DV live in the inner city…), and to iron the clothing. I lined up a weeks worth of things for my two little boys and now ex-husband to wear, prepared dinner and vacuumed the home. I then proceeded to take a black garbage bag and shut my bedroom door. I took out my twenty-two revolver and sat, thinking with the garbage bag over my head, wondering how to shoot myself most neatly, as my ex-husband always hated a mess.

    It is sad, but this was the point Domestic Violence had driven me to. As I held the gun to the side of my head, letting my finger slide calmly along the trigger, I heard a small knock on the door. “Mommy, what are you doing??” The voice asked quietly from the other side. I swallowed hard, and answered, “Nothing, just cleaning up. I’ll be down in a minute.” I listened as the small footsteps descended down the staircase, and I angrily accused God, shouting furiously at him in my mind, “You won’t even leave me this - my worthless life - you knew the one thing that would keep me here and you sent him straight to the door. You must really hate me to let me live in this abusive hell - well, I guess I hate You too.”

    I was livid at God for not leaving me to my own hands - for not allowing me to take my life. For the next few years, I lived in the pit of physical abuse, endured two miscarriages, watched my abuser beat me, and my now three children, and allowed him to rip our souls to shreds each day. I believed in God, and although I was very angry with Him - I still tried to hold to what He would want of me. My ex-husband knew this, and used it - twisting the Bible to fit his own warped view of marriage, and the role of husband and wife. Even worse, our pastor’s told me it was my duty to stay in the abusive marriage to preserve the sanctity of our “marriage”. Year after year, my ex-husband sucked the life out of me, but miraculously he didn’t take everything - deep down somewhere there was still a will to live.


    Sometimes during the stormiest points in life God speaks in a whisper. He did so with me.

    When my ex-husband began to increase his level of abuse toward the children something inside of me snapped. I broke my pact to stay angry with God and began to ask for His help. After a spiritual struggle of sorts - I really gave my life to Jesus and His service. Prior to this, I was the sort of Christian that knew how to be saved, but never really made the commitment whole heartedly. I prayed to Jesus begging Him to help me get out of this mess - He answered.

    A new wave of strength came over me. God began to transform my cowardly attributes into those of a courageous person - someone I did not know. I didn’t care if my abuser threatened to kill me. God provided me the materials I needed to get the children and me out safely through a friend who asked for some writing help on a College Paper - most curiously on abuse. As I gathered the information for her - I used it to plan our escape.

    After the final abusive incident, I walked out with my three boys - and the police subsequently granted me a restraining order against my abuser and removed 14 guns and weapons from my abusers home. Was it an easy road after this? No! I endured years of battle in court with my ex, and still am. My ex walked away smelling like a rose, getting away with a next-to-nothing child support order, and, in my opinion, the court actually took pity on him. He was slapped on the wrist for the abuse he admitted to in court in the form of mandatory “anger management classes” and “Psychiatric sessions”.

    I, in turn, had to leave my 3 bedroom colonial home, transform from “stay-at-home” mom to primary support of the children, scrub bathrooms and clean homes to make money, utilized state assistance when possible, left my “adult” status at the door and moved in with my parents for 5 years, patched up our scarred lives through the use of family therapists, scraped my sorry life off the floor, went back to college, and made a go of it.

    Only my pillow and God could divulge how many tears were shed as a result of this transformation from victim to victor. Each day still holds its stressors and sins --- it seems when God gives a person power, Satan adds more pressure. But I have freedom now - and that is worth it all.

    I left my abuser’s home a wife and stay-at-home mom with no money, no education, no job, no clothing and a $400.00 broken down car. I am now two classes away from obtaining my BA in Literature/Theatre, and I am in the Honors Program. I have a 3.906 GPA, and I have won dozens of scholarships. I am now working full time as a Deputy Tax Collector of a large NJ Township. I have just remarried to a wonderful, non-abusive man. I have lobbied for (and recently had introduced) a bill in NJ legislature that will mandate prison for abuser’s that break their restraining orders. I am a published writer, and I speak and write on Domestic Violence often. My boys are doing well.

    As an update to this testimony after years of medical issues that went unanswered I have finally been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia – no cure, and lots of pain. In addition my ex-husband continues to abuse me through the court system, and has most recently broken his restraining order. We will soon be in court once again. While I am beaten down by my physical state, and my stress levels are high due to my ex-husband, I know God is there and there is a reason for all this. I KNOW He will use it in my life to help others. By the way, I will graduate this year, with honors, from Ramapo College at age 45, and I anticipate receiving my NJ Certified Tax Collector's Licence in November.

    Survival. Jesus took the life I was willing to toss in the garbage, and lovingly restored it - He has made all things new in my life. He’s in the business of doing that though - using the weak and making them strong. I’m living proof. Can an abused life have a purpose? Mine has.
    Yours can too.

    By giving up too soon you might just miss what your life was originally intended for - I almost did.























  9. FMsaddenedspirit

    FMsaddenedspirit New Member

    my Fav

    " I can do all things through Christ who stenthens me " Phil 4:13

    " Though outwardly we are wasting away , yet inwordly we are being renewed day by day " Corinthians 4:16

    not sure where I found this one

    " The pain brings you closer to God "

    " I asked God to spare me pain.... God said no , suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me "

    thanks for starting this thread .... a good one :)

    Praise god ....
    [This Message was Edited on 10/29/2008]