Delusional

C252972F-9F17-4979-9B42-6E46B20CDB41Sadly many wait for the light at the end of the tunnel, but remain static or unmovable… unable to even see the door open for them to progress, be transformed or change their circumstances. May we have the strength to face our issues head on and be realistic and accepting of tools and the helping hand here and now !

Empty Box

EBEC91F6-13D9-4DDA-9D24-0C767D6DDE53THE EMPTY BOX SYNDROME
Poem: “Empty Box”

The empty box syndrome is another name I give to that gnawing hollow feeling of “nothingness”, it is another term for low self esteem, depression and oppression which all have a multiplicity of roots. God is our healer through Christ, however this condition is often hidden even in churches and among Christians.

Many are unable to talk about their feelings or the “dark nights” of their soul because they are afraid of being judged and rejected.
Let us be open and I pray that we will all have at least one person who we can pour our hearts out to if need be and seek prayer and counsel from because therein begins the healing process.

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Introduction:
On the evening of 25th Sept. 2017, and the next morning,  in the newspapers there was a heading that gripped my attention “Too Clever for Jail” it was about a young Oxford university medical student who stabbed her boyfriend with a bread knife but she was spared jail. Why ? well the judge said she was “too clever” for jail. No! I am not kidding. I felt compelled to write this poem on my way to work on the morning of  26th Sept.

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Copyright 2017 DENyamekye

 

Prayer (Mental Health)

Dear Heavenly Father,

I pray for those suffering a paralysis of mind and life in general, unable to move on due to hidden childhood scars rooted in abuse and rejection which has resulted in a scarred life; attitudes and acts that continue to be damaging to them and those around them. 

Father you know what each of us has been through and goes through on a daily basis. We cannot hide anything from you. 

I ask that you heal us in our inner man, and deliver us from pretence and falsehood so that our true selves, who you created us to be would emerge fully to the glory of your name. 

For those who are yours in Christ, we desire to be effective witnesses of your kingdom so heal us completely so that we can do the good that we know to do according to your word. 

I pray that you will graciously draw to yourself, multitudes who are suffering in general and particularly in relation to their mental health, that they will find healing and comfort in your Word and the ministry of deliverance in the power of your Holy Spirit.  

In Jesus name I pray, Amen.

Sally’s Story: “Happy Family Life” Chains Broken!

Home alone we were, when he chased me around the house as I plead and run for my life.

“Come here, you are my price money” He said waving a knife.

I understood not, but only stopped when he said my little sis would be his new wife in the game of “happy family life”.

I begged for mercy.. I was his slave ..but no, not her! I will be his …erm price money..for the rest of my life! but no, not her! “Here I am!” I cried .

Deranged he was, but what could I do? I was afraid for my sister and my dear life. “Darling” mama called her husband. He was “Daddy” to us, his stepchildren, fearful of him as ones buried in quick sand.

Always flashy…with many rings and clad in chap elegance …butter couldn’t melt in that mouth with teeth covered in gold plaited bling.

Mama dragged us from pillar to post; yeh a Mr Pillar fathered one or more of us, then on we went to Mr Post… Home alone..daddy directed the play of “happy family life”, he was hubby and erm..I, Sally played his wife.

Three years, I stood by the detached escapee, a wretch, watching the bound persona of me ..aged ten, eleven and then twelve sitting pretty on daddy hubby’s lap traversing shallow waters in mama’s make up and cloths to flirty, kissy and full blown wifey depths …chained… drowned. Inner screams, loud. Innocence, shuttered.

Loud noises, banging at the door and in flooded the police, grabbing mama…”quick, quick, get him!” my mind plead as some chased daddy hubby out the window, the mad hatter on the run.

Eyes skirted over six siblings, I was taken, left me thinking “why, I did nothing wrong. They must be mistaken.”

Mama went to prison with her hubby among a peado ring ‘cause she was his accomplice. Her children and even the police wept for it was the saddest thing.

I was price money to mama’s hubby for giving us a roof in the hood and relieving her of spinsterhood.

The nightmare of Kichamare was far from over. In the children’s home, horror scenes with daddy hubby, traumatised.

Internal voices of accusation, amplified. Denigration and shame within, fortified. Fear of parents’ return from prison, terrified. Where can I, Sally escape? Nothing left but suicide! The doctor smiled. “Sally you are so lucky. You have a great life ahead of you!”.

My heart sunk “What life? I want death! not healing in a hospital!” I felt hopeless and fearful. My counsellor sat reading, she looked up and said “You tried to take your life. Slit your wrists, but I came just in time”

A book was open, on her lap. Dora what are you reading?” I asked. “It is the Bible”, she replied. “It is the Bible” the words like a light bulb shone that day, inextinguishable! Dora said this and more “I can give you the best counselling I have to offer, but without Jesus Christ as your personal saviour your healing will never be complete and the effects of the nightmare of Kichamare will always lurk beneath the surface, arising to cause havoc as a bombastic fleet. “It is the Bible” words that resonant to this day, powerful!

I stand here twenty years on giving thanks and praise to Christ Jesus, my Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty God, Prince of Peace and Matchless Healer. By him, I found hope to arise from ashes of hatred to receive and impart God’s love unhindered.

Christ in me the hope of glory and in him I live, more and have my being. With the abused girl child, I stand and for her my voice daily resounds.
©️Oct2018DENyamekye

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