Months. Months of waiting, praying, and pushing through the motions of caring for my child. Months, and mountains moved.
This is my kitchen. Has that sink ever been clean? Nausea and fatigue have been my constant companions for days and I can’t keep up. The state of the house is driving me crazy. Isn’t the point of GAPS to make me NOT crazy?!!! When I’m not feeling well, David is a champion dishwasher, but he cut his thumb while redoing our floors upstairs and has had to forgo all watery activities until it is fully healed.
In my last post, I shared with you my desperation to get my life and future back, to truly heal from bipolar disorder and not just try to manage my symptoms. I saw some improvement from a few changes, introducing specific supplements, taking out sugar and gluten. Meanwhile, my friend Kate implemented a healing diet called GAPS. I watched as she took hours out of her day to cleanse and rest, brought her own home-cooked food to every small group meeting and Sunday breakfast…and got better. I knew that GAPS worked for her, but no way was I going to give up bread, cheese and chocolate!! GAPS meant sacrifice, a sacrifice I wasn’t willing to make.