“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me!"
~ Philippians 4:13
Late October was
Jayne’s anniversary and the best month for a walk in the park. The wind was not yet icy; the once turquoise
sky had now turned dusty grey.
All that’s left is silence, broken
intermittently by the rustling of dry, aged leaves. The perfect noise! Not deathly silent; just enough for
self-reflection; what she did, what she failed to do and what she was about to
become. Sobering thoughts, painful
memories - a time so close yet so distant.
Jayne cut herself to stop the emotional pain - agony that most people have
never felt. She didn’t want attention –
she needed someone to understand.
It had been scary the first time but after that it became easier. As the blade shimmered between her clumsy
fingers, her head would tilt back, her mouth open in silent torture but also
perverse joy. She knew that she shouldn’t
be feeling this, doing this, enjoying this as she did.
Jayne focused on the injury as the reason for her pain and felt a sense
of control. Endorphins screamed through
her body creating a sense of euphoria, of well-being.
She never wanted to die or cause serious injury. Cutting made her brave. She’d been surprised by the rush, the
emotional release that greeted her as blood filled her palm. Adrenaline pushed Jayne to cut deeper and more
often.
Then she’d kneel on the cold tile floor exhausted against the bathroom
cabinet. How pale and fragile her skin
had looked - still looks.
One week ago the urge was so
strong that Jayne clenched her fists to keep from reaching for the blade. It was so tempting; so painfully seductive. She forced her fingers to remain so tightly
closed that the tips of her fingers burned.
“Lord, hold my hand,” she prayed “Walk
me through the dark places I need to go through. Stay with me as long as it takes, until my
hands cramp with fatigue and the urge disappears.”
Because she must conquer this
addiction. Because she can do all things
through Christ. Because of the six words
she kept repeating in her mind, kept vowing, swearing to herself: “I will never
draw blood again!”
Today was Jayne’s anniversary – 7
days since she stopped hurting herself . . . and counting.
The Lord is my armor. Today I’m putting on my shoes of peace, my
belt of truth, my armor of virtue, my helmet of salvation, my shield of faith
and my sword of the spirit. I will speak
the word of God when I’m under attack. Amen