A truck T-boned me while driving my own car, resulting in a closed head injury that landed me in a rehab facility and an assigned psychiatrist.

Closed head injuries and rehab centers aren’t happy places. As a result of being stripped of security, reason, and stability, I was led to my appointments by an attendant whose responsibility was to keep me in line throughout my internment.

I was in a large, cold office in which a man sat at a humongous desk flanked by more plaques of achievement than I’d ever seen before. He looked up, got up, and approached me as if he was dealing with a broken, wounded, frightened animal.

My sitting down marked the start of months of behavioral changes, hypnosis, medical treatments, and prescription drugs.

We often begin each encounter with a question such as, “How are you today?” Let’s be honest, nothing has changed. I am still afraid of the dark, have nightmares, can only walk on one side of a hallway, and become completely ungrounded in crowds of more than two! 

Each day I had physical, occupational, and speech therapy. I didn’t succumb to hypnosis; the drugs were addictive, and the nightmares continued.

As I complied with the regimen, prescription after prescription, my stay finally came to an end. Afterward, I was deemed whole, released, and given months of prescription controlled substances. I somehow reentered “life” haltingly.

The challenges and faults of life marched on and my need for HELP became apparent.

A variety of resources were available to me through my job. I had access to doctors of every caliber and expertise throughout the tri-state region at my disposal.

It was a time of turmoil and depression. My mind and heart were in turmoil. I was struggling to make ends meet in my mundane life. Everything was short or just out of reach. Anger, wrath, and fury were my constant companions.

Suddenly, I found myself lost. I needed to be found. Beyond the end of one’s wit is where I now permanently resided. A doctor’s intervention was required. Then there was a chance to meet with a Doctor extraordinaire!

“I will seek that which was lost, and bring again that which was driven away, and will bind up that which was broken, and will strengthen that which was sick:” (Ezekiel 34:16). It took “I Am”, The I Am, the Balm of Gilead for my mind, body, and spirit to be righted. A healing victory came about. “ thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.” (1 Corinthians 15:57)

God is the creator of all living things, including me and all my personal adopted woes. He is the Deliverer of every enemy encircling one’s soul. 

“In His pity, He redeemed me 

When He saw me in my woe. 

Yes, He sanctified and cleansed me 

Now I’m whiter than the snow.”


God, The Mighty Physician, made me every whit whole! Who’s your Doctor?