Author Archives: Abigail

One of the most significant things that started the second week of the first MPD hospitalization was a “picture”/”image” that came immediately to view whenever we closed our eyes. It came complete with sensations and sounds. We were slowly wading … Continue reading →

(Picking up from last post) Once the word got around on the inside that our space had been discovered and we were connected with someone who could and would be able to help, the strategies for how to “come out … Continue reading →

I need to start with an explanation. Even though it’s still Stranger writing, I am writing as if I were Abigail – telling about the experiences from Abigail’s perspective. I have been doing that for most of my posts. I’ve … Continue reading →

The next psychiatric hospitalization came a few months later. It was called Rapha, (Jehovah-our Healer). It was based off Dr. Robert McGee’s book, In Search For Significance and each day part of the book was incorporated into our therapy. It … Continue reading →

As I said in the last post, my dad came to relieve me of all family and household responsibilities and I was taken to see a psychiatrist several times each week as a substitute for in patient treatment. My Dad … Continue reading →

The next time we were in a marriage counseling relationship that made a real difference was when my husband was pastoring his second church. It was along the northeastern coast. Our counselor’s office was in a different state than the … Continue reading →

I suppose I need to start by mentioning another significant thing that happened that first summer of our marriage. My husband decided he couldn’t work for Boy Scouts anymore because of the time commitment on the weekends, and he talked … Continue reading →

At the time of our wedding, my husband had been out of college and working for Boy Scouts for two years as a District Executive. His job was located 700 miles from where I/we lived, so all our “dating” was … Continue reading →

The first serious boyfriend was a guy I met at church camp shortly after the move to the coastal state. We went steady for about a year before I felt the relationship was too serious for my age and broke … Continue reading →

For Christmas when I was nine years old I got a diary. It started me on a very important journey in my life. I set out determined to write every day, but when entries deteriorated to very mundane, meaningless entries … Continue reading →