23 August 2017 (updated 28 Feb 2023)
A mental illness bomb went off in my life. After that happened it took time to heal. It took time to re-learn and find my footing. Now I can tell people that I am: A wife to an amazing husband. Working, homeschooling mom to seven children. Returned missionary formy the LDS church. Project Senior Manager MSAT for a pharmaceutical company. Chemical Engineer. Choir Pianist, Compassionate Service Leader and Primary Substitute. Corporate church apostate. Member of the Remnant fellowship Little Zion Hesed. Author of the website, Face Toward Zion. I am also bipolar and that's ok.
More importantly I can tell people: I have a testimony of God as my loving Father in Heaven and He is intimately involved in my life. I have a testimony of Jesus Christ as my personal savior and the Messiah of all mankind. I have a testimony of the Holy Ghost and have learned through my hard experience to distinguish His voice from confusion. I have a testimony of the restored gospel, the prophet Joseph Smith and the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon.
I pray now constantly. For myself. For other people. For wisdom. For guidance. Most often to stay grounded. And I check myself constantly. Visions of grandeur are met with, "I'm not THAT important. I am important to my family". Impressions I'm not sure about are carefully inspected and passed through Husband's filter. I recognize my own frailties and limitation and most importantly the need for me to get enough sleep.
Cookies are sweet, but they also crumble. And boy didn't I feel like I was falling apart. During my crisis, felt I had lost my identity.
Cookiemonsterette is beautiful, kind and sweet, but she is also fierce.
Cookiemonsterette is a name I chose more than 15 years ago as a companion to Husband's ih8mud handle, Cookiemonster.
I now re-claim my identity and I'm not afraid to share my story or who I am.
A mental illness bomb went off in my life. After that happened it took time to heal. It took time to re-learn and find my footing. Now I can tell people that I am: A wife to an amazing husband. Working, homeschooling mom to seven children. Returned missionary for
More importantly I can tell people: I have a testimony of God as my loving Father in Heaven and He is intimately involved in my life. I have a testimony of Jesus Christ as my personal savior and the Messiah of all mankind. I have a testimony of the Holy Ghost and have learned through my hard experience to distinguish His voice from confusion. I have a testimony of the restored gospel, the prophet Joseph Smith and the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon.
I pray now constantly. For myself. For other people. For wisdom. For guidance. Most often to stay grounded. And I check myself constantly. Visions of grandeur are met with, "I'm not THAT important. I am important to my family". Impressions I'm not sure about are carefully inspected and passed through Husband's filter. I recognize my own frailties and limitation and most importantly the need for me to get enough sleep.
Cookies are sweet, but they also crumble. And boy didn't I feel like I was falling apart. During my crisis, felt I had lost my identity.
Cookiemonsterette is beautiful, kind and sweet, but she is also fierce.
Cookiemonsterette is a name I chose more than 15 years ago as a companion to Husband's ih8mud handle, Cookiemonster.
I now re-claim my identity and I'm not afraid to share my story or who I am.
I am a Tiger. I have the stripes to prove it. I am a mother in Zion facing toward Zion. I am a princess who has been saved by the King of Kings. I have on the Whole Armor of God. I am only strong because I keep myself on the LORD's side and HE gives me strength.
28 Feb 2023 Update:
Getting to a grounded place with my feet underneath turned out to be a short reprieve from the next round of chaos. Breaking down my pride and some of the false traditions and beliefs I didn't know I had was an important prerequisite to God taking me on the next rollercoaster ride through hell. Or rather waking up to realize things I had been lied about to find myself in hell. January 2018....That's another story.
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