Over the course of two years, we moved about 11 times. Our home was broken into twice, we lost most of everything we owned about 8 times. We lost (they died) my dad, his mom, our best friends/roommates/bandmates, and about 4 others. We were homeless 3 times.
January 2011
My husband was diagnosed with Paranoid Schizophrenia, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), and Panic Disorder.
Most of our friends were scared of these big words and abandoned us. If memory serves me, one even said that "James just needs to pray harder" and that was obviously why he was sick. And that really hurt my husband (and REALLY upset me). I wonder how many diabetics, cancer victims, anemics, or Alzheimer's patients are abandoned by friends and family and then accused of "not being a good enough Christian?"
To this day, I don't know that I have ever met another with a bigger heart than my husband's and he passionately walks in obedience to Yah's word and he is a better husband than I could ever have asked for.
And he still has paranoid schizophrenia, PTSD, and panic disorder. And he has good days and he has bad days, just like everyone else.
People fear what they don't understand, but the things they say in the process HURT people who are (often) already hurting.
#StampOutStigma
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