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MESSENGER - Evangelical Mennonite Conference

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PHOTO: DESIGNPICS.COM<br />

This is why we are<br />

part of a Christian<br />

community!<br />

by Cheryl Braun<br />

My physician had been telling me for years<br />

that I had bipolar disorder, but it was not<br />

until November 2007 that it was officially<br />

diagnosed.<br />

I was in a deep depression. I would go to bed with<br />

my kids at 8 p.m. and sometimes sooner.<br />

I was trying to get through each day, counting the<br />

minutes and seconds until I could go to bed.<br />

During that time, I received news that my best<br />

friend had been diagnosed with a cancerous brain<br />

tumour. It was devastating!<br />

Undiagnosed<br />

I had dealt with depression for many years, not<br />

knowing what it was. Having three children in three<br />

years and having endometriosis with pain each month<br />

was a lot to handle.<br />

I had dealt with depression for<br />

many years, not knowing what<br />

it was. Having three children in<br />

three years and having endome-<br />

triosis with pain each month<br />

was a lot to handle.<br />

A doctor put me on anti-depressants after my<br />

second child, which seemed to help somewhat.<br />

When I became pregnant with our third child, I was<br />

devastated, thinking the medication would cause birth<br />

defects, but our baby was born healthy.<br />

Because of endometriosis and my being on pain<br />

medication, it was recommended I have a hysterectomy.<br />

When my baby was seven months old, I had surgery<br />

that put me out of commission for two months.<br />

I was constantly thinking, “You made the wrong<br />

decision. You’re going to get breast cancer. You cannot<br />

have any more children.’’ I thought about my funeral<br />

and all I wanted to do was sleep.<br />

My children had to come to my bed when they<br />

needed anything. I would get what they needed and go<br />

back to bed.<br />

(continued p. 14)<br />

THE <strong>MESSENGER</strong> | July 2011 13

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