Finding Shalom

Finding Shalom

by Candy Mayer

“We’re going to take you to a psychiatrist,” my parents told me. “Maybe he can help you.” “But everyone will think I’m crazy,” I protested. “Well, we’ve got to do something, honey,” my dad said. “We’ve tried everything else.” I had always been nervous. When I was small, my parents took me to a child psychologist. In my early teens, they took me to a hypnotherapist. More recently, Daddy put me on medication to help my nerves, but nothing really helped.

I always had felt lonely and unhappy. Sometimes I felt as though I were living in hell. I never got a full night’s sleep and often had awful nightmares. I thought of killing myself, but feared death.

How I longed to talk more to my parents about my depression! But both were busy with their professions. A series of housekeepers cared for my two older sisters and me as we grew up. Not until Eleanor came along, when I was 13, did I find someone to talk to….”

(this article is an excerpt from the January–February 2008 edition of the Sabbath Sentinel)

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