Do you believe in signs? I do! Sometimes the divine has a way of speaking to you and it can be as easy as something popping up several times within a small time frame. Other times, it’s a huge sign and you’re finally faced with a truth you’ve been ignoring for quite some time. I’ve been going through a year of self-discovery and trying to dig deeper into some unresolved issues that keep pulling me backward. At the root of it, there is a feeling of hunger and restlessness. I wrote about that hunger on my first post, but the other day on the way to work, the person on the radio was talking about Psalm 62:5 and the topic of RESTLESSNESS and the human condition. Every sentence she spoke was an alarm bell going off in my head!
I have been restless since as far back as I can remember! I
was restless in my teenage years because I believed that once I could be
independent and on my own, everything would be so much easier and better. I was
restless because I believed that my life would be better and easier if I got
married. I got married and believed everything would get easier when I was
working full time and we were advancing in our careers and making more money. We
got those jobs and career advancements and then I thought it would get easier
if we saved enough money to buy a home in the country.
Then it happened. I realized nothing was getting easier.
Nothing was getting better. In fact, things were just as hard as they always
were and I woke up one morning and felt this heaviness in my heart and physical
body. I did not want to get up. I wondered what would happen if I just fought
back and decided, TODAY, I AM NOT GETTING UP AND OUT OF BED ANYMORE. I did not
want to go to work. I did not want to take a shower. I did not want to eat. Everything
was too hard. I was more than restless. I was done. I call this moment my
turning point. As I sat and poured out my feelings to my husband and sat there
broken and crying, I felt like I needed to just stop. I needed the world to
stop so I could see what was next for me. What did Dawn need?
I sat in my doctor’s office and just cried. She looked at me
stupefied and doubled my medications. She couldn’t help me. All she could do
was prescribe more medications. I’d been prescribed pills for my anxiety and
panic attacks. I’d been prescribed a higher dosage to deal with the depression
and mood swings. I’d been prescribed pills to help me sleep. I was prescribed
muscle relaxers and strong anti-inflammatory medications for the constant
muscle aches and pains I had. I had even developed stage one high blood
pressure and was prescribed blood pressure medication. I felt like I was dying
inside and like I was slowly losing my wits! No one could understand and no one
seemed to be listening to me.
What do you hunger for? Love? Companionship? Relationship? Faith? Passion? Your past? Food? Money? Power? A drink? A pill?
We all have a hunger inside of us. We may bury it deep down or try to pretend we are in control of it, but are we really? That craving has a way of creeping up inside of us during times of trial, sacrifice, and change. I learned I was “hungry” on the fifth day of my second Whole30. I was eating all the right things. I was hungry! I wanted to feel satiated. My physical body was not hungry, but I felt a hunger deep in my belly. It was for whatever I did not have but felt deep down I needed. I am trying to embrace that feeling and nurturing it with meditation, reading devotional bible verses, and scrolling through Instagram stories for inspiration and hopefulness. I will expound on this new word for me…HUNGER later on but now, ask yourself what you’re hungry for (metaphorically speaking) and how are you filling that void.
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
My name is Dawn and I am 50 and this age has been the time of much growth and change.
I’m a native Texan and have lived in some of the major cities here and the coast.
Over three years ago, I packed up and left my job, my friends, and the life I had built for myself in another city. Even now, I am confident, it was the right decision for me at that time because I was in a rut. I was stagnant and not growing professionally. I craved growth and change. I still remember the day I made the decision to leave a job I loved and the friends I’d made and embark on this journey. My heart ached but I was filled with a fervor that was driving me to make this tremendous upheaval in my life. It’s like breaking up with someone you love for all the right reasons. I’ve grown more emotionally and professionally than I ever have in the last three years. When you jump off a cliff, you realize one of two things: you fly or you die. I flew. Starting over was scary but I did it. I began to trust my life’s purpose and my faith in God. What did I gain?
I gained confidence, strength, purpose, knowledge, and even more faith! I realized things I never knew about myself but had within me all along. I was a leader. I was a performer. I was a teacher. I was a writer. I was a mentor. I finally bloomed! I was flying so high until the work, the responsibilities, the family, the marriage—all of it just took over and I succumbed to bad habits for coping. Somewhere in the midst of all that positive growth; I began to lose myself. I forgot what was important.
Now, I am at a crossroads. Growth and overcoming challenges is not without collateral damage. That is what this blog is about—finding healing and unbecoming everything I thought I was and finally becoming who I am meant to be. It is about re-configuring my life around health and happiness.