The old saying is true. You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink. It’s also true that you can take the water to the horse, put the water in a china cup and sprinkle rose petals over and it still won’t drink.
In my years as a pastor/ chaplain/ mental health worker the ones who made the progress and saw recovery were the ones who did the work. They didn’t sit around smoking all day, regaling the old days. They were the ones who made the effort to change. Continue reading “In Recovery YOU Have To Do The Work”
I love watching those ‘Mission Impossible’ shows.
The script takes you to places where you wonder how this ‘Mission Impossible’ will be resolved because if it isn’t then the whole city is going to be destroyed in a nuclear explosion.
I have met people who live in the shadow of a ‘Mission Impossible’. In fact they have given up on life being any different. The obstacles seem too big and difficult and daunting and … impossible.
People who have lived under this shadow have been there so long that this is all they know. Continue reading “What to Do With Shame Slingers”
Every Tuesday night in our church service John would stand up and like a little mouse he would come to the front and ask permission to share a passage he had memorised.
The Living Room church service was set up to be an alternative to the mainstream services held on Sunday. It was geared to be highly inclusive and supportive to people struggling with disabilities, in particular those with Mental Illnesses. Continue reading “Community = Common Unity = Mental Health Recovery”
He could have said it was their problem to solve.
He could have told them what they should do.
He could have sat back and given out ‘good’ advice.
He could have done nothing and gone home.
Instead he owned the problem as if it was his own, because it actually was. Continue reading “We Rebuild Together”
On first appearances everything looked great until you went underneath. The old house had that lovely country cottage feel about it but as time went on discoveries were made of rotting walls, leaking pipes and drains not working properly.
There was always going to more underneath than what was first realized.
We can be like this too. Putting out our best appearances, looking good, but knowing that you like everyone else is fighting a hard battle. Continue reading “When You’re Rebuilding There is Always More Underneath”
I recently watched some guys putting down a concrete path.
Just before they laid the concrete down, a mesh of steel reinforcing was placed into the trench. The concrete was then poured around this mesh until hidden away.
Now I have seen concrete work done where there was no reinforcing mesh. With a little time and some pressure the concrete just cracked open like a biscuit. Continue reading “You Need Reinforcing Mesh For Your Mental Health Rebuild”
Walls have weakened, crumbling,
sinking low to ground, sagged
like our spirits as they view
the sorry edifice before us Continue reading “Rebuilding – Poem by Joy Lenton”
I thought I could handle this one myself. That I didn’t need help from others.
A ‘pioneering, do-it-yourself’ attitude had worked its way into the rebuilding of my life.
I thought to myself ‘I don’t need others to know what is going on, I can handle it all, it will work out ok.’
Yet, whatever is churning over and over on the inside will in time make its way to the outside. Continue reading “Rebuilders Journey in the Presence of a Greater Plan”
Sometimes the knife of life drives right to the core of your being. It wrenches around till your bleeding in grief.
Your speechless in shock, numb in movement and it feels like the very essence of life has been sucked out of you. You mourn because there is no other worthy response. Continue reading “5 Suggestions for When a Burden Lands on Your Soul”
Do you like questions being asked of you?
I don’t think any of us like that feeling of potential shame and exposure.
Ever since Adam hid himself from the gentle questions of a loving God we have chosen to avoid, hide and lie to camouflage the obviousness of a problem.
I don’t like my inner world being exposed. I prefer to present an image of acceptability.
Continue reading “Recovery Starts With a Question Being Asked.”