Codependency. Unforgiveness. Mental Insanity. Breaking The Shackles.

O my Father—O Father of mine? Thanks for Your everlasting patience with this child of Yours. Thanks for this private place where I can pitch my fits for Your eyes only. Thanks for setting me from codependency on Ahmad or anyone else. What? Where that word ‘codependency’ popped into my mind and then unto the keyboard?

That word so freely used in my psychiatric treatment time, not once before now, the thought of it came into my mind.

Definition of codependency

:  a psychological condition or a relationship in which a person is controlled or manipulated by another who is affected with a pathological condition (such as an addiction to alcohol or heroin); broadly :  dependence on the needs of or control by another

So that’s what this whole episode been about. So that’s been the hold up between Ahmad & I? Wow! What a revelation! And how timely!

  • The truth to set me free dawn on me.
  • Perhaps, just perhaps that’s the sneaky hold keeping so many in the shackles of unforgiveness! Wow!

I freely pitched my fit. “I can’t forgive Ahmad!” I shouted up high!

I wept in the agony of another broken relationship! Bitter memories clouded my shining flame of motherly love for Ahmad.

“Family? Loving family? I have no family. I have no one! I am alone!”

My weeping ceased. My world became still. Wisdom knocking at the door of my heart.

Are you hungry? Your cooking is ready. Go ahead and eat. You’ll feel better and more together. There are Kindred Spirits knocking at your Inbox. Ha!

Dear friends—my Kindred Spirits, the tears of joy are moistening my eyes with this amazing opportunity to add the most essential information about this post.


Breaking the shackles.

How can we bring a better world around of forgiveness and love, if we cannot even forgive ourselves or hold grudges to those who have wronged us?

On and off half of my life, from 1962-2007, was spent in the Mental Health world seeking for relief of my mental insanity. The last 12 years of that period almost destroyed me for good, but!

My profile. Who am I? Past. Present. 1. Past. A woman with a dysfunctional past big time. No matter what I did or not did? I could not function in the society of mankind. 2. Present. A functional woman—a human being under the care & protection of the Almighty Father/Creator of our beings. 3. In the past? A defeated woman saddled not only with the Dysfunctional label but also with the Bipolar, Manic Depressive & Schizophrenic labels. 4. In the present? An overcoming woman by The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky! 5. By The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky? I have overcome not only the Dysfunctional label but also all the labels this world saddles on all unsuspecting human beings. I am now an inspirational writer. I write to give witness or evidence of the Mighty Presence of our Father/ my heart & in my practical life. Whatever for? What would my witness do for you? Woa! You got me there! But, right before Yahushua was caught up in the clouds to go to the right hand of the Father, Yahushua said, Acts 1:6-8 It is not for you to become acquainted with and know what time brings [the things and events of time and their definite periods] or fixed years and seasons (their critical niche in time), which the Father has appointed (fixed and reserved) by His own choice and authority and personal power. But you shall receive power (ability, efficiency, and might) when the Set-Apart Spirit has come upon you, and you shall be My Witnesses in Jerusalem and all Judea and Samaria and to the ends (the very bounds) of the earth. … In view of the above Scriptures the writer records the journal of her daily living to give an account—to witness of the work that the Almighty Creator of our beings has done and continues to do in her life. I am a witness of the Almighty Creator of our beings in my heart & soul and in my practical daily existence! This is not a bogus claim but a reality in the life of the Author/Publisher of one of these books or SITES that you are now viewing! Thanks for your kind attention!

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