Sometimes I forget that learning to live with a chronic illness is an endless grieving process.  I tend to get very caught up in maintaining a positive attitude, and fail to let myself feel the negative feelings that naturally come with all the change and loss I’ve experienced while dealing with a chronic illness.

This past year has been a difficult one for me.  There have been lots of changes and losses.  I endured two long hospitalizations – one for six weeks and one for eight weeks with one week intubated in the ICU.  I’ve been through multiple changes in caregivers.  I’ve been dealing with my parent’s separation and impending divorce.  I even made a major positive life change when I converted from being Jewish to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints,  and though this has brought me so much happiness, it has wrought some negative side effects – significantly straining some relationships with family and friends.

Through all this I think I’ve maintained a remarkably positive attitude.  I’ve become an expert at coping.  I’ve channeled my energy into other things I still can do like scrapbooking, Alternate Reality Game design, web and graphic design, and novel writing.  This has helped me keep my spirits up as I’ve created an identity for myself beyond being a “sick girl”.

This is all well and good.  In fact it’s great!  I love being happy.  I have no desire to wallow in self pity.  But that doesn’t mean that the negative feelings go away.  But where do they go?

I’ve come to realize recently that I’ve been stuffing them away.  I still feel deep sadness, mourning, and loss.  I still have intense fear for my immediate safety and my future.  But I keep that all hidden deep beneath my ever positive outlook.  Why?  Because feeling them hurts and I’m afraid of what they’ll do to me and my relationships if I let myself feel them.

Still they come out in other ways.  I eat too much and don’t sleep enough.  My obsessive compulsive disorder flares up.

So I recently came to the conclusion that I needed a safe place to let myself feel all these negative emotions once and a while.  I decided it was time to see a psychologist – one that specializes in disability and chronic health problems.

I’ve only had one session so far, but that one session made me realize just how much I’ve bottled it all up and just how much I need to let it all out.  Because living with a chronic illness is an endless grieving process, and sometimes it’s important to let myself feel the full impact of that.

Arise, walk through the land in the length of it and in the breadth of it; for I will give it unto thee.
Genesis 13:17

He answered them, He that made me whole, the same said unto me, Take up thy bed, and walk.
Then asked they him, What man is that which said unto thee, Take up thy bed, and walk?
And he that was healed wist not who it was: for Jesus had conveyed himself away, a multitude being in that place.
John 5:11-13 (King James Version)

Sunday was a small miracle in the grand scheme of things but not so small to me and a miracle none the less. It was a day that I thought would never happen on many levels. One thing that I thought would never happen was get Baptized, but Sunday was my Baptism. Another thing I thought would never happen was walk at my Baptism, and yet I have gone from not walking from for over a year to no longer using my wheelchair at all in the last three weeks.

I’ve been hesitant to talk about my faith here as its a touchy and divisive subject for some, but I figure this is my blog and my faith has become a major part of my life. I share every other aspect of my life here. I would be remiss if I left something so close to my heart out.

But my faith wasn’t always so important to me. I was raised Reform Jewish, and though I was Bat Mitzvahed, Confirmed, and even assistant taught Religious School at my Temple, I never felt connected spiritually to that faith. So in my more recent adult years I’ve been searching for a faith that helped me feel close to God. For a while For a while I was going to the Universalist Unitarian Church in my area, and though I liked the people and the services very much I still didn’t feel that closeness to God that I so desperately needed.

So when Melissa invited me to join her for services at her at our local Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, I thought it was a long shot but worth at least checking out.  I had already learned a lot about being Mormon from her during the time she’s worked for me, and she had suggested I could get a blessing for my health when I went to church with her.

I was totally unprepared for what I experienced; I felt God for the first time in a very tangible way.  I knew right in that moment that my search had come to an end.  That I had found what I had been searching for.  I decided to start investigating the church and taking my Missionary Discussions that I would need in order to covert.  My blessing also said that through faith I could be healed.  It has been amazing how true that has been.

Over the following week I started feeling better than I had in a long time.  I decided to capitalize on the opportunity and try walking again for the first time in over a year.  I started with just a few steps.  I expected for the recovery process to be slow going.  I expected that it would take months to build up enough strength to walk more than a few steps at a time after over a year of being in a wheelchair or bed full time.  But I have been praying every night and the improvements to my walking have been exponential!  And in just three short weeks, I went from my first steps to ditching my wheelchair completely!

So Sunday I was Baptized, and I walked the whole day – including down the steps into the Baptismal Font and up again.  My Dad and his girlfriend Wendy were there which made my very happy.  My Mom chose not to attend which was the only sad thing.  It was one of the very best days of my life! And with it I have found such peace and happiness the likes of which I had never known.  Words cannot describe how grateful I am.  It has been such a relief and such a comfort.  I truly believe that through faith in Christ I have begun the healing process!  And I am so thankful to Him for this and for the closeness I now feel to God.  Through Him I have found what I was looking for and more than I could have ever imagined.