The following is a brief overview of my mental health story. I put these words down in hopes that you’ll be encouraged to move forward and keep living. There is hope and life beyond depression and anxiety. You CAN overcome this.
In 2014 I was in the midst of a mental health crisis. An unexpected injury left me in chronic pain and I slid down a steep slope into debilitating depression and anxiety. Before this, I had never understood how suicide could seem like an appealing option. But after months of pain, reaching dead ends with mental health providers, and anguish within my thought-life, I began to experience suicidal ideation for myself.
It didn’t happen all at once. Little by little I devolved into a shadow of my former self. Daily tasks consumed all my energy and usually left me crying. I fluctuated between high strung panicky energy and utter lethargy.
Late one January night, I came to an ultimatum: find a better way to live, or this will kill you. Depression was eating me alive and if I didn’t address its root causes, I’d die by suicide. I was afraid, but just stubborn enough not to succumb.
Making Progress Toward Recovery
I contacted a Christian counselor with a rigorous outpatient program. After nearly a year of healthcare providers telling me I’d only ever be able to cope with the symptoms of depression and anxiety—I was offered real hope. By this time, I’d been a Saved and Jesus-professing Christian for most of my life. I thought I’d done faith wrong or deserved God’s wrath because I was depressed. Wasn’t that the opposite of joy—the fruit of the Spirit?
I cried in the office as he confidently told me this was something that could be overcome for good. The Word of God acted as a sword at the center of counseling. It sliced through lies and mental illness, making room for Truth and clarity to take root and grow.
My official diagnosis read major depressive disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, slight obsessive compulsive disorder. There may have even been a touch of psychosis.
Naming all the things that seemed to be “wrong” in my brain was scary. However, giving what I’d been experiencing an accurate diagnosis helped begin to untangle the mess in my mind. No one likes to be labeled but the label guides us to an appropriate antidote.
Recovery Interrupted
For me, recovery was not smooth. It was impacted by my lifestyle as a military spouse. Times of separation from my husband, stigma, hurtful words from healthcare providers who implied I was a burden to my husband’s career all had an impact. Then, just as things were beginning to improve my husband received orders for a short notice cross country move.
It was like getting sucker punched. Just as I had started to earnestly hope full recovery was possible, it seemed to be snatched away.
With my health in a precarious position, my husband and I sought to delay the move in order to afford me time to recover in a stable environment. This unleashed a complicated and painful fight that involved leadership, administrative offices, a medical board, and often forgoing privacy about the details of my condition. I remember one healthcare provider told me to “…try to wait and deal with this once my husband has retired,” because it would be “easier for everyone.” One solution offered to us was that my husband could proceed with the move and I could stay behind to finish counseling alone.
I felt ashamed, like a major problem no one knew how to deal with. I thought things would be easier for everyone if I didn’t exist.
Finding Victory
These circumstances nearly derailed my recovery, but somehow I survived. By God’s grace and an inborn stubborn streak I kept finding the strength to keep breathing. To wake up one more day. To explain myself one more time. To insist on getting help, to advocate for myself, to speak up when things were unacceptable.
Things were ugly—but I kept fighting for the life I hoped waited on the other side of mental illness. I can only take credit for showing up. The victory was won by God’s Truth, His goodness, might and power. He created a way for me to recover, despite a dynamic lifestyle. He taught me that victory is possible on this side of eternity. He showed me He is a safe space, an ally, a Good Father.
Lasting Healing Can Be Part of Your Mental Health Story
Six years ago I had my final relapse. I’ve spent these years retraining my brain to think in healthy patterns. Over time, these new healthy ways of responding have become my normal and natural reaction to all of life’s circumstances. Lies that had long masqueraded as fact have been exposed and replaced with God’s Truth. My value—your value—is not wrapped up in where we’ve been, how we perform or what others think of us. Our value was named when God chose to create us and deem us worthy of Salvation through His Son’s death. God bought us at a high price—that is our value, that is our identity. (1 Peter 1:18-19)
Overcoming takes time, work, and facing a lot of uncomfortable emotions—but it’s possible and it’s worth it. There is nothing special about me. I’m just a regular person who scrapped up enough strength to live one more hour at a time. If I can do it, so can you. There’s a life worth living on the other side.
That’s My Mental Health Story. Now, How can I serve you?
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Mental Health for military spouses is a tricky subject.
Navigating a mental health crisis is never easy. Mental health for military spouses can be especially difficult.
Coping with and recovering from a mental health battle as a member of the military community (whether active duty or dependent) presents challenges not faced by other populations. Deployments, TDYs, PCS-ing, new assignments, finding a Tricare approved provider, frequent changes in PCM and stigma are just a some of the factors affecting mental health among those in or affiliated with our armed forces.
If you can relate to anything above, this is a place for you. I have a message of hope for you.
Let my experience offer you hope, encouragement and insight.
In 2014 I began suffering from anxiety while stationed at Minot, AFB with my husband. Before finding full, lasting recovery in the summer of 2016 I fell into the depths of a frightening (even life-threatening) depression. I sought help, but the dynamic of life as a military spouse and the military healthcare system created peculiar roadblocks toward healing.
While searching for answers and help getting to the root of the anxiety and depressive disorder I was experiencing I faced dismissiveness, inability to book appointments, implication that my mental health could negatively affect my husband’s career, multiple PCM changes (a lack of healthcare continuity), a lack of privacy, TDY separations and orders to move in the middle of my mental health crisis. The stigma of admitting my mental health struggle was real, heavy and painful.
I wanted a better way to live. I didn’t want to be trapped by mental illness, but felt hopeless, helpless and confused. Every time I made some progress something major would shift in our life and it all came crashing down again. Attempting to recover as a military spouse seemed like playing Jenga inside a bounce house.
My experience wasn’t seamless. There were many times I met dead ends as I sought help and received hurtful counsel from military healthcare professionals along the way.
Normalize Conversations About Mental Health For Military Spouses, You’re Worth More
It’s time to normalize conversations about mental health, eliminate stigma and illuminate the path toward healing within our military family. Finding help and overcoming anxiety, depression and other mental health disorders is possible—even in our dynamic lifestyle. By sharing what I’ve learned I aim to help others avoid plummeting to a crisis (like me), and more quickly reach a place of stability and recovery.
I’m here to cheer on our military community as it becomes a better, safer space for getting mental healthcare. I’m here to advocate for true resilience—not just putting on a brave face.
Mostly, I’m here to testify that overcoming a mental health crisis as a military spouse is possible. You can find peace, you can thrive despite the difficult circumstances this lifestyle presents. You aren’t alone. You aren’t a burden. Your value doesn’t come from how well you handle all the things while your spouse is away—or how seamlessly you deal with change.
No, friend. Your value comes from something more precious than that. God named your value when He created you in His image and deemed you worthy of the ransom He paid rescue you from the penalty of sin—death. This ransom was paid with the blood of Jesus, God’s own Son. (1 Peter 1:18-19)
Your worth runs deep. God’s peace and goodness can triumph over any circumstances. I’ve seen it happen in my life and I know it can happen in your life too.
How Can I Help You? I’m Here to Serve.
Let’s work together to bring positive change to the intersection of military life and mental health. Here’s how I can help.
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Use my experience (the good and bad bits) to better serve your people. If you are in a leadership or ministering to the military community, I’d can help you strategize ways to support mental health for those you serve. Contact me here.
The following is an excerpt from a journal I kept during our most recent deployment like. This is what deployment is really like for the spouse left behind.Another excerpt can be read here. More on military life can be found here.
What is it really like to have your spouse deployed? Here’s what I wish I knew before deployment.
I’m often asked what deployment is really like. What things come to fruition that I expected, what didn’t happen, what took me by surprise, what’s hard…?It’s hard to come up with answers when I’m not living it. Once the deployment (or any type of prolonged separation) is over, the feelings and the reality of what daily living entailed becomes blurry in my mind. Knowing specific feelings and specific circumstances of deployment living would have been such a gift to me when I was a young wife, completely clueless as to what a lifestyle of routine separation would look like and feel like.
I hope I can extend that gift to someone else, now that I’ve lived and learned from years as a military spouse.
This part is painful. It catches me off guard, but also perfectly encapsulates what deployment is really like.
Something painful that catches me off guard everytime Derek has to be away for a length of time is the seeming erasure of his presence from our daily life. It happens gradually. First, he packs up his items from the medicine cabinet, leaving gaps where our nightly and morning routines were tangibly intertwined. A chunk of clothes and uniforms are gone from the closet. His boots aren’t next to the door.
After he leaves I gradually move anything he has left out of place and put it away. His notebook, his flight bag, the small pile of cough drops on his night stand–they are all sorted and stored.
In a week or so, there are no more of his clothes in the hamper. They are all clean and replaced in the drawers where he’ll use them again, but not for months. Soon after that, the foods he prefers have gone bad or I’ve eaten them, and they don’t reappear on the grocery list or in the cupboards. The smells that accompany him–his shampoo, the scent of his shaving cream, the uniform smell that clings to his flight suit–they are gone.
Eventually, the gender-neutral scented body wash we share runs out and I’ll replace it with something specifically feminine. I stop hanging the car keys up and instead keep one set in the diaper bag and one set in my purse. No one else needs to use them, or find them.
The Last Bit
A few days ago I changed the sheets on our bed. Yes, I know it’s been more than a month and maybe that’s gross. But honestly, keeping my own bed fresh has been the least of my priorities since Derek left. I both loved and hated getting into a gloriously clean bed. Everything felt so fresh, like sleeping at a hotel. But with the washing of sheets and swapping them out, it was like officially washing Derek out of our bed too.
Yes, he’s coming back. That doesn’t stop me from feeling grief in a season of my life spent with evidence of my husband’s existence removed from my daily living.
The gaps that his things left are soon filled. I leave a few more shoes of my own by the door. A few extra toiletries have migrated to the medicine cabinet. I’ve created a cocoon in the middle of our bed and my night time necessities take residence on both night stands. The hook where his towel hung is occupied by Silas’ sleepsack. The hanger that held his coat is empty and leaves extra room for another of Gideon’s sweatshirts.
It’s a visible trail of absence. It happens every time Derek leaves. I wish someone would have prepared me for it. It’s an odd feeling. I know he’ll come back and I can’t wait to push my things aside to make room again.
What is deployment really like? It’s like that.
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Previously, I shared a bit about my personal experience with suicidal thoughts. After publishing, I heard from an unexpected number of women–some military dependents, some not. Many held similar fears of hurting their husband’s career or being a burden to those they love. Today is a follow up on the lie that suicide is a loving option. Today I’ll walk us through the maze that love, suicide and mental health can form.
So many who struggle with mental health can relate to perceiving themselves as a burden. It’s a bizarre and dangerous headspace. You dislike yourself and what your existence has become–but you love the people around you. Eventually your perception of yourself becomes so toxic, you start to believe the lie that eliminating yourself is the most loving thing you can do for those around you.
Being you has become unbearable. Ergo, being with you must be unbearable for those you love.
Being you has become unbearable. Ergo, being with you must be unbearable for those you love.
Like I said, it’s a slippery, dangerous trail of thinking–but others in our community have been there.
What can be done?
Depression is a Liar. Turn to the Truth.
First, remember depression is a liar. Then turn to the source of Truth, the Bible.
When I had those toxic thoughts, Derek kindly pointed me to the “Love Chapter,” 1 Corinthians 13. After all, love for the man I married was one of the only things that hadn’t blurred out of focus. With this starting point, I began unravelling a mess of lies. Line by line, piece by piece I cognitively examined what Scripture outlines as loving–at a time when I thought disappearing might be the most loving solution available.
Here’s a bit of how that process looked for me.
Love is patient.
In the Greek this is literally “to persevere patiently and bravely in enduring misfortunes and troubles; to be patient in bearing the offenses and injuries of others.” Now apply that to this toxic thinking.
Love patiently, persistently waits, knowing help and healing may take a while. Those who love you will wait with you, being “slow to anger, slow to punish.” Loving yourself means understanding it takes patience to heal.
Love is kind.
Being kind to yourself means having grace while you find help. Being kind to Derek meant showing grace to the person he loves (me), and choosing intentionally kind words to speak about myself and him.
Love is not jealous/envious.
Love is not jealous of another’s circumstance. Those who love you are not jealous of a different circumstance. I needed to stop comparing myself, situation, troubles, etc to anyone or anything else.
Love trusts.
Choose to trust your loved ones when they tell you, you aren’t a burden. Trust your own tenacity and ability to overcome.
Love hopes.
Love for yourself and those around you means continuing to hope. Hope for a solution. Live in the joy of hope—even when enduring sadness and hardship. Find strength to hope for a future without depression and anxiety. Love does not interfere with others’ hoping for these things alongside you.
Love perseveres/endures.
Real love continues to persevere until a help can be found. Elimination of self is not loving perseverance. Those who love you will persevere through the season. Show love to them by choosing to persevere until help and healing can take root.
The Most Loving Thing You Can Do is Persevere in Finding Healing.
The darkness of depression can cause, even the clearest-thinking individual to become confused by lies and sadness. Depression is painful, can feel shameful and embarrassing, the mental agony can seem unbearable. If you’re there right now, know that healing is possible and it’s out there. The most loving thing you can do is persevering to find healing—not eliminating yourself.
If You Love Someone Struggling, Point Them to the Truth In Love.
If someone you love is in this headspace, love them by pointing them gently to Truth. Remind them it won’t always be like this, they are not a burden, and you’ll fight for healing alongside them. It might save their life.
I NEED YOUR HELP | ONE MORE THING BEFORE YOU GO…
Christian and military spouse. YOUR help will get the book published. The easiest way is click “FOLLOW” on Instagram or sign up for my monthly newsletter via email (below). Your support demonstrates interest in this story and these words of hope.
Above all, thank you for being here and for your support. It’s an honor to share my testimony with you and I’m excited to see the great things God does through your journey.
Trigger warning: In an effort to normalize conversations, I’m sharing my military spouse perspective on suicide and the fear that a mental health crisis may affect our husband’s career. While this account does not contain anything graphic, it does include examples of toxic thoughts.
I asked for help, even in the primary care clinic.
I sat on the crinkly white paper. I’d probably come in with a sore throat. Or maybe it was an earache. Whatever the cause, it was a minor malady. I’d already cried that morning. Somehow I found clothes, brushed my teeth, braided my hair. This appointment was the driving factor getting me out of the house.
The tech took my blood pressure and asked the basic mental health screening questions. A few months prior, I may not have been utterly transparent. Now, I didn’t care if this man thought I was crazy. There was no reason to deny I was in crisis. Some days I could barely function. I was desperate for someone to tell me how I could stop my brain from collapsing.
My answers indicated I needed more help than a round of antibiotics for a sinus infection.
The providers probably meant well, but their words were dangerous.
Here’s the part I hesitate most to share. This scenario played out twice, maybe more, in the months I spent waging war in mental health crisis. I don’t think these healthcare providers acted in malice. As active duty military members, I think they acted according to their mission mindset. Maybe they thought their words would be helpful—maybe they’d be the tough love I needed to “snap out of it.”
I don’t hold a grudge. However, I think recording these encounters is important. Military spouse perspective on suicide and depression needs to be normalized. There is no room for stigma when lives are on the line—and when it comes to depression, lives are on the line.
Once a professional implied I was a burden I started to consider how life would be better without me.
I heard the familiar double-knock that always accompanies a healthcare provider entering a room. We discussed my intake answers.
I remember one asking, “Have you considered how incredibly selfish this is? Your husband is living his career dreams. This is his time. Right now, he needs to focus. This could affect his career. Maybe you can wait and sort this out after he’s done. Just think about it.”
I remember another saying, “Just picture the years of military commitment like a clock counting down. Eventually, you could have a different lifestyle. Then maybe your depression will get better. Until then, try to see this from your husband’s point of view. This is a heavy burden to lay on him. This could affect his career. Can you understand that?”
No. I was never suicidal in that I had a plan. But words like this pushed me dangerously close. Hearing those words from professionals I came to for help was devastating. After these encounters I started considering how much better Derek’s life would be without me.
No, I never had a plan. I never attempted. But there was a season when I was convinced the world would be a better place if I could just be gone.
There’s hope and truth.
Friends, if those words were said to me–they’ve probably been said to someone else. If you’re thinking the people you love most would be better without you, I see you. I’ve been you. And it’s a lie. You’re valuable. It won’t always be this way. There is hope. There is healing. The process of finding that healing can be arduous–I’ve been there, I’m working to make it less so. But healing can be found. You are worth the fight.
Speak truth with grace, tough love doesn’t work.
September is Suicide Prevention Month. The military spouse perspective on suicide needs to change. We need to know it’s safe to share what’s going on. If lives are going to be saved, there is no room for tough love or tough-it-out attitudes.
If I know one thing for certain, it’s that we are fully capable of filling our own minds with negativity, self-doubt and lies. Use your words to speak truth, hope and love. Be honest, but gentle. Depression is complicated and can be life threatening. Let’s lift each other up and point each other to the Source of Hope. You just never know who may be on the brink.
Colossians 3:12-16 | Love each other.
So, as those who have been chosen of God, holy and beloved, put on a heart of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience; bearing with one another, and forgiving each other, whoever has a complaint against anyone; just as the Lord forgave you, so must you do also. In addition to all these things put on love, which is the perfect bond of unity. Let the peace of Christ, to which you were indeed called in one body, rule in your hearts; and be thankful. Let the word of Christ richly dwell within you, with all wisdom teaching and admonishing one another with psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs, singing with thankfulness in your hearts to God.
One More Thing
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The following is an excerpt from a journal entry I wrote at the beginning of Derek’s most recent deployment. While he was quarantined stateside (but gone from our home), we had a Zoom meeting with a young couple as part of their premarital counseling. They are the exact ages we were when we got married, 22 and 23. They’d soon be starting their life as a married, military couple. The question we discussed that most stands out to me is, “What is a good thing about deployments?”
Our conversation blessed me. We were two weeks into our latest separation, my first as a mom of two. Honestly, I felt like I was drowning. The clarity this conversation forced on me is exactly what I needed. It was God showing up in the midst of the grief the early days of deployment always bring.
I captured a series of self portraits during the deployment. This one was taken on the day I’d be asked, “What is something good about deployments?”
WHAT IS A GOOD THING ABOUT DEPLOYMENTS?
I glanced at the monitor, amazed that everyone was quiet and sleeping so our conversation could be had in peace. Deployment leaves you a special, unique kind of tired. Today was no exception, but at the same time I was glad to be having this conversation.
“Okay, the next question is…What is something good that comes from times of separation and deployments? Can you tell us a good thing about deployments?” What a wise question to ask.
I was surprised by the answer that was ready on my lips.
“The best thing about being separated from Derek for a season is that it brings clarity about my identity. It forces me to recognize that I am fully complete in Christ alone. My identity does not rest upon being Derek’s wife, or having him around. When he’s gone, I remember that I am fully equipped and capable in Christ to carry on and do what life will ask of me.
“I tend to be a bit of a leech, clinging on to whatever is familiar, especially my people. I had terrible separation anxiety from my parents as a child–then from Derek as an adult. That’s not healthy. These seasons force me to break off any unhealthy attachment and remember that it’s okay to just be Amy. Don’t get me wrong, I hate being away from Derek. But good always comes from it. Good will always come when we more fully submit our identity to God.”
I stand by that. Is it painful? You betcha. Do I wish it could be done a different way? Yep. But this is good. Really good. The kind of good that would be a lot harder to find if I wasn’t forced into a deployment circumstance.
I wish someone had told me that 12 years ago. I wish someone had told me lots of things 12 years ago.
There is hope, there is reason, there is progress. Even in these terribly hard days. It seems like no good will ever come from being forced apart, but with God good things are always probable.
Separation Diary: March 26, 2021
I NEED YOUR HELP | ONE MORE THING BEFORE YOU GO
Recently, I started penning sample chapters for a memoir detailing my experience with mental health crisis as a Christian and military spouse. YOUR help will get the book published. The easiest way is click “FOLLOW” on Instagram or sign up for my monthly newsletter via email (below). Your support demonstrates interest in this story and these words of hope.
Above all, thank you for being here and for your support. It’s an honor to share my testimony with you and I’m excited to see the great things God does through your journey.
Minot Monday is made possible through a partnership with BeLOCAL Minot. Today I’m sharing reliable ways to embrace life in Minot. These are the things that took me from newcomer to, “Minot is my town.” For more tips, lists and information on living like a local be sure to follow BeLOCAL.
For me, the hardest part of the military lifestyle has been moving. The seemingly endless uprooting and starting over. That’s part of the reason we requested to come back to Minot. Yes, we love it here–but starting over from the ground up is exhausting. Any military family can attest.
So, if you’re here for the first time, welcome. I’m glad you’re in Minot. I know what it’s like to be new in town. In lots of towns. Of all the places we’ve explored, Minot is close to the top of the list of places we most enjoy living. However, it wasn’t easy finding our place in town when we first arrived in the summer of 2012.
Through luck, a few good acquaintances and my tenacity to figure out how to live like a local, we eventually found our way. The truth is, there’s a difference between living in and deciding to embrace life in Minot. Only you can choose which you’ll pursue. Here are my best tips for settling in and beginning to embrace life in Minot.
Find a Church
Settling in and investing in a church home truly gave us a place in town. We made friends, became invested and contributed our skills to a cause we are passionate about: The Kingdom of Christ. If you are a church-goer, muster the tenacity to keep “church-shopping” until you find a good fit.
If you aren’t a church-goer, that’s okay too. Churches are great places for investing in the community or just forming relationships. Most Minot churches I’m familiar with would welcome a newcomer to town with open arms–whether your beliefs fully align or not. Join a small group, volunteer, play sports. Church is a great first contact for feeling at home.
Mourn Your Loss
If you are moving to Minot from a place you loved, it’s okay to be sad. Take time to mourn your loss. Being uprooted is painful, especially if you didn’t have a choice in when or where you needed to move next. Be sad, but don’t wallow in misery. Allow that wound to heal and intentionally seek ways to begin enjoying your life here.
Be Openminded
I say this all the time: Minot is unlike anywhere else you’ve lived. It’s my golden rule. Don’t expect Minot to be Dallas, Pensacola, Washington DC, Omaha, Shreveport, Salt Lake City, or anywhere else. It’s just Minot. Embrace it for the quirky, sitcom-vibing place it is. Stay openminded about the life you can build here.
Invest in the Community
Find something you love or hate about town and invest there. As a community, Minot is incredibly receptive to new ideas. Hop on board with something you love and are passionate about. Or, pinpoint something you passionately dislike and work to change it.
If you have an idea and plan, chances are others will rally around you. Minot is one of the few places I’ve lived where an individual can have a significant impact, even if they only live in town for a few years.
Be Social
Minot is a social town. Events happen all the time, and the folks who go to one event usually go to others. Start attending and you’ll start running into familiar faces. Keep up with the BeLocal Instagram feed and the Visit Minot calendar to see what’s happening. Be intentional about getting out year round and you’ll start to appreciate what Minot has to offer.
From a mental health standpoint, socializing will offer healing and isolation will only fester your wounds and allow lies and dissatisfaction to breed. I know it can be scary, but truly be intentional about getting out when things are going on.
Introduce Yourself
Making new friends is hard. I get it, but you can do it. Here are ten places I’ve made friends in Minot:
Kids activities (Fun Zone, Story Times, Library Activities)
Group Fitness Classes
Church
Serving on a nonprofit board
Reaching out to people with like interests on Instagram
Taking a class
Volunteering
Military spouse groups/events
Work
Being a regular at a cafe/restaurant/shop
You Can Do This
The season of change is a difficult one. But trust me when I say, Minot is glad to have you. Give it time, give it a chance. Minot might not be a dream home for everyone, but I believe anyone can enjoy their time here.
One More Thing…I Need a Favor
Recently, I started penning sample chapters for a memoir detailing my experience with mental health crisis as a Christian and military spouse. YOUR help will get the book published. The easiest way is click “FOLLOW” on Instagram or sign up for my monthly newsletter via email (below). Your support demonstrates interest in this story and these words of hope.
Above all, thank you for being here and for your support. It’s an honor to share my testimony with you and I’m excited to see the great things God does through your journey.
In January, Derek came home with the unexpected news that he’d been assigned to an upcoming deployment. For me, momentum had been building steadily with my writing goals and I’d finally said, “Yes,” to God’s prompting to start penning a long-form memoir about my experience with mental health crisis. In that moment in the kitchen, after the boys were in bed and my hand was on the blender, preparing to mix my nightly protein shake, everything came to a halt.
Now instead of feeling creative and ready to move forward toward the things I believed God had clearly set in front of me—I was frozen. As if I was unknowingly playing freeze tag, this moment was my tag, causing me to stop midstride.
Have you ever had a moment like that?
My entire focus shifted. We planned for months apart. Seven, to be exact. Uneasiness and uncertainty welled up inside every time I thought about doing life without my husband for “most of a year.”
Writing is always a welcome outlet for me, but when military assignments, especially deployments, are in the picture, the best policy is silence. Unable to fully disclose was what happening in our home and in my heart, I wrote vaguely about anxiety and emotions. The headspace once open for writing, book proposals, and dreaming up creative endeavors was crowded out with dreaming up reasonable consequences for a defiant three year old and ways to convince an infant to sleep all night.
Hemmed in by daily responsibility, fatigue and operational security measures, I felt claustrophobic. Stuck. Lodged between the need for silence and the desire to share my heart transparently.
Finding Freedom Within Hard Circumstances
I had an image of a dog pulling on a taut tether in my mind. I was frustrated to be restrained in my pursuits. However, as in all difficult seasons, growth happened and peace grew once I stopped straining against the circumstances. Like the frustrated dog, when I stopped snapping my jaws at things beyond my leash, my throat relaxed and I could breathe again.
I wasn’t off the tether, I wasn’t unstuck—but I was able to thrive in the space I was given at the time. I was able to see the unique beauty and opportunity within these circumstances. God is a kind, responsiblemaster. The tether He gives us is always long enough for the space we’re in at the time.
I loosened my grip on the things I thought I’d accomplish in these months and allowed myself to be happy amid the daily grind of wiping faces and preparing PB&Js. It wasn’t a perfect practice. Many days I was overwhelmed and cranky because I remembered that I was stuck in some respects. But mostly, we were okay.
Moving Forward Again
Now, I’m coming down from a season of heightened awareness. The kind that comes from being vigilant for two. My mind is shaking loose. I’m becoming unstuck, dislodged. As a person recently stuck, here’s my advice:
Circumstances can leave you stuck, really stuck, but circumstances are faithful to change and you’ll move forward again. When you are stuck in one way, growth will be forced in another way. Find a way to weather the circumstances you’re in, even enjoy them. Eventually, the growth that stalled will move forward again.
Why the Deployment Ended Early and Why I Would Have Been Okay, Even if it Didn’t.
PS—for anyone wondering how seven months apart turned into four, it went something like this. Shortly after Derek left, President Biden announced all troops would be out of Afghanistan by September 11. That would reduce our time apart to six months.
One day in early June Derek mentioned the possibility of an even earlier return. Then, in late June, just days before I would travel to Indiana with the boys he told me his homecoming was imminent. We’d be back together after only four months apart. I was surprised that I wasn’t overwhelmed with giddy relief. Instead, I felt excitement, but also a deep confidence that we’d be okay if he really didn’t return for a few more months. This was puzzling at first, but ultimately a sign of growth, hard fought, well earned.
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