In a nutshell, I am proof that dead people can live again!
No, I didn’t physically die and come back to life as with an NDE. I was simply one of those people who had
died inside and then, miraculously, was “born again!” Let me clarify that. Most my life I had struggled with a
kind of mental illness. Eventually diagnosed with clinical depression and
dissociative identity disorder (multiple personality), I fought (despite great
inner pain) to function and appear “normal.” I managed to marry at 18, had 2 beautiful children and
eventually got a BS in clinical/community psychology. I even helped my husband through seminary and became a United
Methodist minister’s wife! However, the longer I tried to play the game of
“normal,” the “crazier” I got. In the last 10 yrs. of this hellish
rollercoaster ride, despite years of therapy, the self harm and suicide
attempts became so extreme, I was put on heavy duty medications, repeatedly
hospitalized on DID units, and even given electroshock treatments. The next stop was death! And then something began to
change. Though I had given up on
God long ago, I began having what I called “mystical, ecstatic experiences” and
before I knew it, the flames of hell had given way to heavenly bliss! My life
healed and the spiritual path became my “pearl of great price!” In time, I was
ordained an interfaith minister and then, in 2012, graduated as an
interspiritual counselor. And
that’s it in a nutshell!
Once upon a time there was a young girl without a voice. She had speech, but it was empty. In vain she tried to force the square pegs through round holes, but to no avail. So she drew. And though there was fascination, nobody spoke in doodles. Alone, alone. In desperation she carved the hieroglyphics into her flesh because surely blood would be understood, but there was only fear and anger. But the light came and with it, her voice. At first a whisper, now a song. This is my journey.
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