Foot prints in the sky…

After 8 hours of the day program (and a month of spiraling) my wife and I took a 2.77 mile walk at one of our favorite parks to walk in. On this walk the clouds in the sky resembled a footprint. I was then reminded of that classic poem Footprints in the sand

…”My precious child, I love you and will never leave you
Never, ever, during your trials and testings.
When you saw only one set of footprints,
It was then that I carried you.”…

and that song Spirit in the sky

…”Prepare yourself you know it’s a must
Gotta have a friend in Jesus”…

it was a lovely 50 minute walk. Since she’s been home there has been a smile of relief plastered on her face. She also had an interview lined for an activities assistant position. Something she had originally considered 4 years ago but they only offered part time. If she doesn’t get it she will find something else. What she won’t do unless the job search takes longer is return to her current job which has been the bulk of her stress which ignited this spiral.

Also, a fellow blogger offered advice to me about seeking therapy specifically as a spouse of a mentally ill person. Well wouldn’t you know it, but that is offered in her day program plan of action so I can make sure there isn’t a relapse.

I am down for that immensely. I know you meant well Kathy, but sometimes a person needs to take their own path. 😁

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10 thoughts on “Foot prints in the sky…

    1. Well the day program has been going well, we are on day 5. Tomorrow I join her for a therapy session so I can make sure she doesn’t relapse, and she’s been getting job interviews as of late. So things feel more hopeful than in the past.

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