We start on a new journey together.
It’s only the second day. 48 hours. And yet I feel the withdrawal symptoms setting in. The “brain zaps,” which feel like someone reaches in a smashes my brain against my skull. Exhaustion propelled me to bed early last night, but I what sleep I got was restless and filled with odd dreams. The dry heaves began this morning. I’m ever-so-slightly confused, like when you just know you’re forgetting something.
It’ll get worse before it gets better, this process of coming off Cymbalta and estrogen supplementation.
My motivation in sharing The Detox Diaries with you has nothing to do with garnering sympathy and everything to do with the knowledge that there is someone else out there struggling along with me, someone who may wonder if Christ is worth trusting through the pain. Or someone who doesn’t even have the hope of Christ to hold on to. That struggle may not involve medical issues. Maybe it’s finances. Broken relationships. Job loss. When I have been faced with such mountains in the past, I have usually given in to defeat before ever attempting the climb. Maybe you have, too.
Not this time.
You can trust Jesus. I can trust Jesus.
For all the posts in The Detox Diaries series, go here.