I was pondering the word “healthy” one day and I noticed the first four letters form the word h.e.a.l. Have you ever noticed that? How had I never seen that before?  I have been on a journey to become emotionally heal-thy most of my adult life.  Being the adult child of an alcoholic left me with an assortment of dysfunctional issues I didn’t want to live with, nor did I want to pass crippling issues on to my children and grandchildren.  And I wanted to keep my marriage….I was not an easy woman to live with. God in His infinite mercy and grace began putting people and information in my path.  I was a sponge with a voracious desire to be whole and emotionally stable.  I have come to realize that there is no “arrival date” to the journey of emotional healing.  I am human. I fail. I sin. I hurt those I love.  The truth is…we are all human.  All people sin.  They fail. They hurt others. There will always be cause for more growth and healing.  Every day I have the choice to continue walking out my journey or drown in disillusionment, bitterness, unforgiveness, apathy, selfishness and disappointment.

Currently, my heal-thy focus has become my physical well-being.  Being a caregiver for a loved one as I have been and continue to be, can take its toll mentally, emotionally, and physically. Hours upon hours sitting at a bedside, juggling other responsibilities, poor nutrition and lack of exercise can leave a person vulnerable to physical breakdown. Stress can become a silent killer. I do not want to become another statistic.