It’s 2011. I’m sitting at my desk with my head in my hands, silent tears rolling down my face, despair wrenches my heart.
I raise my head just long enough to call the doctor to make an appointment. I leave the office looking like a zombie from Michael Jackson’s Thriller video and drive the few miles to the surgery, oblivious to the world around me.
The questioning from the doctor makes me feel even more useless than I already do, yet I answer the questions honestly. Ten minutes later, armed with a prescription for Sertraline and a sick note, I leave the surgery and head home with instructions to do something useful and not sit at home and mope.
Staring at the note, I make that dreaded call to my manager.
Stress, anxiety and depression are what it says on the note.
Nine and a half weeks later…
And I’m back at work after trying several things to get me where I need to be and make sense of my life, but none of it seems to have moved me forward. I feel worse now than I did a few weeks ago.
Staring at my computer, I hear a voice behind me:
“Please come with me to see Sue.”
I look around and, my friend is staring at me, concerned.
“Who’s Sue?” I ask.
“She’s a medium.”
You can probably imagine the eye roll I gave her for suggesting something so ludicrous to me.
I was still in a mental fog and rapidly losing the will to live. I couldn’t understand what purpose going to see a medium would serve. I knew what a medium did, but I couldn’t get my head around it. I was desperate to find a solution to my problems so, I gave in to her nagging and went to see Sue. If I hadn’t, I don’t think I’d be here today.
To say I was amazed is an understatement.
“How do you know all this?” I found myself asking her as she was reeling off the information from my later Grandfather. It could only have been him. No one in the room, including my friend, knew his favourite flower was a Fuchsia because it reminded him of my early years and ballet classes.
The reading continued, and I walked out of the room in tears. I’m grateful for those tears and, that reading as it was the beginning of a fabulous new chapter in my life. That one reading gave me hope, strength and a determination to turn my life around.
Why am I telling you all this? Mediumship changed my life in more ways than one. It isn’t the be-all and end-all but, it certainly helped me get my life back on track. Whether you’re a believer or a sceptic, if you’re struggling, give it a go. It may just help you take that next step on your journey.
