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				<description><![CDATA[<p>Emily was suffering a form of PSTD. Every night was a thing to be endured.  She spoke her reality to me. &#8220;Panic sets in both as I slow down or wind down for the day and also as the sun goes down and darkness sets in.&#8221; JUST PLAIN SCARED:  CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY The conversation continues. [&#8230;]</p>
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<p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>JUST PLAIN SCARED:  CONVERSATIONS WITH EMILY</strong></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><em>The conversation continues.</em><br />
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<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">____________</span></p>
<p><strong>November 18, 20**                                                 </strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/18, 7:35pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>My close friend, Bill*, lost his son today in a tragic suicide. I may head down to see him if he wants me to come. He lives five hours from here. If I go to see him I will need to adjust my schedule. I just don&#8217;t know what will happen. They&#8217;re devastated and in shock. We used to date and I am sort of his spiritual support. I really hurt for him. I feel a little in shock myself!</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/18, 8:01pm<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span>praying for u and Bill &amp; his family.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/18, 8:27pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>Bill is still a baby believer like 4 years but has held steady. He has been very good to me over the years. Thanks for being understanding.</p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">____________</span></p>
<p><strong> </strong><strong>November 20, 20**</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/20, 10:22am<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span>I&#8217;d appreciate prayer as body memories are awful today. I would just like a bit of peace in my body.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/20, 12:30pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>I will pray. Much prayer goes out to you. Someday, Miss Emily, you will be a trophy of grace. Keep hold of that thought. So sorry it is so hard and painful.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/20, 3:07pm<br />
<strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily: </span> </strong>ty. your encouragement here has been an answer to prayer…been praying for people to come into my life that would be speaking life over me…ty doesn&#8217;t seem to be big enough but its all i got</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/20, 5:51pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>You encourage me. Your frankness is similar to a close friend I had in college. Thank you for the smile&#8230;the affirmation. I don&#8217;t doubt that you are one of the main reasons I&#8217;ve been on the book launch team, the other is my blogs. I&#8217;ve done 12 of them for the book launch. I don&#8217;t plan to do anymore. I&#8217;m thinking I will become inactive on the site unless God opens up a direction there. And I don&#8217;t mind.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/20, 5:55pm<br />
<strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:</span>  </strong>huh? not sure I&#8217;m following…u didn&#8217;t know me before the book launch team so how coulda that been a main reason u were on it?</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/20, 6:14pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>I mean, God had a plan.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/20, 6:14pm<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span>oh…gottchya<br />
can i be real with ya?<br />
not that i haven&#8217;t previously..just wanna speak frank<br />
don&#8217;t wanna choose words wisely and just say it how it is…</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/20, 6:18pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>I ask God about things, my future etc? For the last year he has been saying to me these things &#8220;Go&#8221; and &#8220;feed My sheep.&#8221; That I must trust Him for the journey. So I try to do that.<br />
Sure. I&#8217;ll try to be frank back if you want<br />
Let me guess.!<br />
The Team?</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/20, 6:22pm<br />
<strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:</span>  </strong>i just want to relax and unwind from a day full of body memories…but i can&#8217;t get away from everyone&#8217;s hands</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/20, 6:22pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>Is that what makes your skin crawl?</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/20, 6:22pm<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span>yes</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/20, 6:28pm<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span>i just want it all to stop</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/20, 6:29pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>I see. I just know that it can be lessened. How? If only God&#8217;s healing touch could cover those bad touches and remove their invasion. I haven&#8217;t been touched in a mean way&#8230;ever. Not physically or sexually. But, oh do I know there is life after death experiences. Being trapped in the painful memory keeps it stirring as a cesspool of hurt. Just one second. . .</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/20, 6:40pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>I believe God can and will heal a memory. He goes to the place of the hurt and gives a thought as He purifies the wound and heals it. I just don&#8217;t know how to guide you to that place, other than telling you that it will take an active seeking on your part, an openness with God that doesn&#8217;t hold back. Ideally, another person would be praying with you during the healing restoration. I&#8217;ve experienced it and I&#8217;ve read of others who have.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/20, 6:41pm<br />
<strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily: </span> </strong>ya<br />
thx</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/20, 6:47pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>I hope you find relief soon. I will continue to pray. I&#8217;ve been praying more lately. My friend is in need of it. They expect 500 at the funeral on Sat. I will drive down for it that day. Terrible stuff. But God will bring good from bad. He always does.<br />
<strong> </strong><br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span>nite</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/20, 8:20pm<br />
<strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:</span>  </strong>I&#8217;m sorry if my sharing tonight made things uncomfortable</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/20, 9:51pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>Not at all. Not much phases me any more. In fact, I prefer direct unless it isn&#8217;t sincere. Some people want sympathy and to be heard, but they don&#8217;t want to do the hard work. That would frustrate me if it were to happen. But you are asking the questions, and that&#8217;s a good thing.<br />
My daughter kept needing me and interrupting my thoughts when we were talking. I finally gave up trying to talk to you and her at the same time!<br />
Emily, what type of church were you raised in? Denomination or association? Just curious if you were raised Protestant, Catholic, Pentecostal, baptist, brethren, Orthodox, independent or other? Thanks for the info above.<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000;">___________</span></p>
<p><strong> </strong><strong>November 21, 20**</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/21, 4:04am<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span>I&#8217;d fall under Protestant</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/21, 3:24pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>Okie dokie</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/21, 7:31pm<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span>i forgot to tell ya to thank ur daughter for joining in our craziness (the facial we did earlier that night with skype/facetime.)</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/21, 8:46pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>Ok. TU. That was fun!</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/21, 8:48pm<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span>heading to bed here…have a good night</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/21, 9:03pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>GN.<br />
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<p><strong> </strong><strong>November 22, 20**</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/22, 7:50am<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span>How is everything this AM?</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/22, 8:09am<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>Ok. I&#8217;m anxious about my friend, &#8220;Bill.&#8221; I think he&#8217;s going to call and say not to come to the funeral. That would be bad. I need to be there. I need to be there to pray and bring God&#8217;s presence with me. His family has never met me.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/22, 8:10am<br />
<strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:</span>  </strong>Don&#8217;t be nervous. Follow God. You may want to be there for him. He may not wish you there. But what does God want?</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/22, 8:32am<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>That&#8217;s exactly how I feel. There is much confusion in that family. I just get a sinking feeling. He will be calling soon.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/22, 8:33am<br />
<strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:</span>  </strong>Well I&#8217;m praying!<br />
Can I assume ur face survived the night?</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/22, 8:50am<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>It did. Skin is nice and smooth this morning. TU! You were fun last night. G never said anything but I think she felt comfortable.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/22, 8:52am<br />
<strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:</span>  </strong>No, she didn&#8217;t. It was written all over her face, silly momma.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/22, 8:59am<br />
<strong>Emily:  </strong>Oops&#8230;seems I brushed up against the phone here at work with messenger open and posted my location. Sorry for being confusing. I need a nap!<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000;">____________</span></p>
<p><strong> </strong><strong>November 24, 20**</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 4:53pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>It went fine yesterday. The service was well done. Thanks for praying. I feel sort of depleted today in my emotions. I want to talk with my friend but he&#8217;s had nonstop company. I will have to wait my turn! How are you this weekend?</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 7:50pm<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span>I&#8217;ve had a really tough weekend with chaos and body memories</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 8:47pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>I just started reading the book “Jesus calling.” The author talks about God preparing her for helping a woman heal who had memories of ritualistic Satan worship abuses that were tormenting her. It was a difficult thing, the spiritual warfare. I thought of you. You are tormented. The evil one is relentless. But, he can not have you if You are God&#8217;s. A counter offensive might be in order, during the times when the memories torment. I will pray for words to come to you as a defense and as a healing stream. I remember a time when it was dark in my life, I would pray, “In Christ, &#8230;” And then name it, what I was going to do etc. He may give you something like that.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 8:50pm<br />
<strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:</span>  </strong>panic sets in both as i slow down or wind down for the day and also as the sun goes down and darkness sets in</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 8:51pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>I see. The panic triggers the fight or flight emotions, I assume.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 8:52pm<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span>not sure which triggers…the panic or the memories. . .kind of a chicken or the egg thing</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 8:52pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>The time of day</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 8:53pm<br />
<strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:</span>  </strong>again…not sure if its the darkness or the winding down<br />
i sense its a lil of both<br />
in both scenarios</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 8:53pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>Memory association.<br />
Dread</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 8:57pm<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span>more like memory disassociation</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 8:58pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>Well, you need to tell those memories where they can stuff it. That you aren&#8217;t going to be afraid of them any longer. Let them know that you are going to walk on through it, relax, and come out okay in the end. That you will not be hijacked any longer. If it&#8217;s a depressive demonic attack, we will ask God to help remove the darkness (I have felt that too).</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 8:59pm<br />
<strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:</span>  </strong>i honestly can&#8217;t remember a time that darkness didn&#8217;t bring on this panic…I&#8217;ve grown up with it</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 9:00pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>Wow! I wonder about that, if it has a cause. Regardless, it is driving the fear.<br />
Or the fear is driving it.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 9:02pm<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span>my abuse began as a young child though so it doesn&#8217;t surprise me…i think one of those chicken or the egg things really</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 9:02pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>Yes.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 9:03pm<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span>I&#8217;ve worked years on being able to stay present in all of the panic, though</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 9:03pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>Were there others afflicted by the same abuser?</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 9:03pm<br />
<strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:</span>  </strong>unfortunately, yes</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 9:04pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>Do you know if they have received help?</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 9:05pm<br />
<strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:</span>  </strong>don&#8217;t think i know all involved…i just know others occurred before me and others occurred after me</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 9:05pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>Sickening</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 9:05pm<br />
<strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:</span>  </strong>pretty much<br />
i worked so many years to stop disassociating that i don&#8217;t want to go back there yet way too often i don&#8217;t feel like i can survive without that numbing</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 9:08pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>Did the person ever get confronted? Notice, I&#8217;m not asking, who. I don&#8217;t want to ask that question in a I-message</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 9:08pm<br />
<strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Emily:</span>  </strong>why don&#8217;t u wanna ask that question here?</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 9:10pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>I am on the phone. Just a moment</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 9:27pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>First of all, I don&#8217;t think it&#8217;s any of my business. Secondly, I figure you will tell me when you want me to know or feel it should be shared. Thirdly, there are some things I don&#8217;t like to put in an electronic record. I’m cautious. There are some things I won’t ever put in an email or an I-message because I wouldn’t want it to come back and bite me later in ministry&#8230;if someone goes witch hunting. So I treat you as I like to be treated. Maybe I’m being silly, but maybe not. Your bedtime. To be continued&#8230;.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 9:28pm<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:  </strong></span>lol…past my bedtime but nowhere near sleeping<br />
prob gonna b another long night again<br />
kinda hard to sleep feeling everyone&#8217;s hands who have ever hurt me all over me all at once…sorry if I&#8217;ve shared too openly</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">11/24, 10:34pm<br />
<strong>Me:  </strong>Well. I wish you could get some new happy memories. You haven’t shared too openly. You’ve done fine. I think you are good. Life is not easy but there’s lots of good around us. Focus on one happy memory, something someone told you that made you feel like you were noticed. What did they say and how did it affect your thinking about yourself? The first one I remember was a fourth grade teacher. Usually I was never noticed because I was quiet. She complimented me two different times. It was nice to be noticed.</p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">__________</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">This is how &#8220;Emily&#8221; was living life. Each night was to be dreaded. Her memories were destructive to her inner sense of being. How I wished &#8216;peace&#8217; for Emily, that she could know healing in her subconscious. Her inner sorrow was bleeding through. It splashed out of her. I often prayed for her and for my words, that they might be a message of healing for her in the inward places. All I was doing was caring and sharing, then trusting God for His ministering grace.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">When I was hurting because of my emotional needs not being met, I wouldn&#8217;t talk about it with my friends. I appeared to be managing well. I was trusting God, but I wasn&#8217;t happy or relaxed. I was solid, in-control, and functional. You do what you have to do. Over time, though, you begin to wear down. And at some point, you decide that you can&#8217;t carry on like that any longer.</span></p>
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<p><em><span style="color: #000000;">I believed Emily was reaching that point. The internal suffering was forcing her to admit and then address it, which could (or would) lead to her healing. It was in her court.<br />
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