08/08/2019
Sharing your story is hard. It makes me feel vulnerable and I guess, maybe weak. Sharing my story makes me cry, but yet feels my heart full of love. It helps me show others, I am vulnerable and that my vulnerability helps me to understand your story.
My story begins 3 1/2 years ago. We had a major life change in our family approximately 5 years ago. A family with 2 young children was broken apart. I felt like a had to be the strong one, the support for this young family. Worse than a death is what it felt like. We were humbled, spent lots of time crying out to God for restoration of this family, protection over all involved especially the children. God is an answerer of prayers. Prayers never fall to the ground. We are reminded that he hears all and answers them in his own way. He restored this family far better than we ever dreamed. But after the restoration, I was broken and I need restoration. The kind only my Jesus could provide. I went into a dark depression. I couldn’t see God’s hand anywhere and I felt lost and alone. But I wasn’t, he was in the pit with me. Praise him even in the darkness. I sought help from my primary care. Was given an antidepressant and began to see a therapist. Things got better, but the antidepressant blunted my emotions, my reactions and my desires. Then one day, a friend and a coworker shared YoungLiving oils with me. Stress Away! I began to read and study about essential oils. My best friend, Jane Jacobs Cassel was using YoungLiving and I decided to try oils, never thinking that they could help with the darkness I had been dealing with. I read on the oils, I participated in a feelings kit class. What I learned was I needed this kit. I bought the Feelings kit with my PV that YoungLiving gave me with my purchases. So free for me! I read on these oils, I applied them to my Chakras, diffused and inhaled. I felt better, the darkness begin to ebb and I could see God working through the oils he created when he created the world. Thank you God for the creation of the world and thank you Jesus for holding on to me. Slowly I begin to not want this drug in my body. I wanted my emotions back, my reactions to be normal and I wanted my desire