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Disability
Michele
lynn
Linda
Staci
The outside community—extended family, church, school, and friends—all had difficulty believing what I said as a parent to a child has partial Fetal Alcohol Syndrome with a severe degree of disability.
In 1985, the year in which he turned eighteen, the Lord permitted this devastating brain illness (schizophrenia) to affect him almost all year in some way or other.
I did not realize I had bipolar disorder until my marriage ended. The committee in the church at that time believed my husband’s lies about me.
This morning I received a “Care Page” update from a friend whose young daughter is ill with cancer. I appreciate getting the Care Page updates so that I know how people are doing and how best to pray for them. This morning my 16-year-old son had a serious rage.
This writer has been depressed three times, each lasting three to six months. Two sisters coped with post-partum depression. Dad sought counsel in the past year for depression. Now their son who is 22 years old is trying to cope with it. The son’s depression hurts the most.