"When you say a situation or person is hopeless, you are slamming the door in the face of God." Charles Allan
There were professionals who thought I was pretty hopeless. They believed with medication and psychiatric intervention I could live an ok life. They pumped me full of pills even though I was a drug addict and tried to take control over my life. Their pills made me weird....made me want to sleep all the time, and gave me strange side effects.
Those 'professionals' had the answers. They knew what I needed. I didn't know anything. And they labeled me with borderline personality and other nonesense terms. When I tried to refuse their help and their pills - they forced me - locking me in isolation, tying me to the bed.... hurting me with physical and chemical restraints. They stripped me of every shred of dignity and took away any sense of control I had. Their seeing me as hopeless made me hate them and me even more... and I began to see myself as hopeless.
Then He touched me....and He did what the professionals couldn't. His love - His gentleness broke through and did what no amount of force could. Force never works and nobody is ever hopeless.
Sometimes when I think of what 'professionals' did to me, how they treated me....their labels, their methods of 'treatment'... I get angry and want to lash out at the system. But I don't want to fight or be angry anymore. I want to forgive....like He forgave me - and I want to treat others different than I was treated.
I want to take what I've been given and extend a hand of hope. Working in a hospital I hear many stories of 'professionals' living on edge, ...in broken marriages, broken homes..living empty lives. A few days ago a 'professional' commited suicide. It's scarey to think these are the people who take control over the lives of others...vulnerable people....people who are broken, lost...
I never want anyone to feel what I did. I want to show kindness and compassion and help whoever I work with to feel empowered. I want to give what He gave to me. Force, humiliation and threats never work. Kindness does. Kindness always does. And no one is ever hopeless.
The Old Fashion Way, Victorian Times.
6 months ago