Prompt: What’s the most surreal experience you’ve ever had? This is a re-blog but as it was my most significant experience I decided to use it.
While talking to someone the other day I was remembering a time quite a number a years ago. I was working for a Christian organization. I knew that I was supposed to be working there because of how it came about and that I loved that the job entailed helping children and families primarily in far off countries.
Previous to my starting there, I had just been through the worst episode that I had with depression. I had been working at a doctor’s office and my emotional stability came to a halt when I broke down for the second time in two weeks, and was hospitalized both times. At this point in my life I had given up hope that I would ever feel any different………that I would always feel that life was not worth living for me at all, and the world and my family would be better off without me. My children would be looked after by my more than capable husband, and there would not be doom and gloom around all the time.
And so it was decided by my husband, my doctor and I that I would have ECT (Electro Convulsive Therapy). It was a serious decision that we made against the wishes I must say of the rest of my family but at this time there seemed no other option for me and so I did have three treatments. It certainly wasn’t something that I enjoyed, but looking back at that time it probably saved my life. Because of my mental and emotional state the ‘doctors’ decided it would be better if I did not return to working at the office. In other words, I was let go…fired!
It was the spring, and I hadn’t been attending church because of course I avoided people and crowds of any kind. Because of the fact I couldn’t work I went on Unemployment Insurance, while wondering what the future held. I couldn’t picture any company hiring me because of what I had been through and decided to take the spring and summer to just try and heal.
Then one Saturday in May I believe, I said to my husband that I had the feeling we must go to Church the next day. There was no explanation other than this strong urge that I had. That day in Church it was announced that the next day a Christian organization was going to be taking applications for employment. and my minister encouraged me to do so. When I went home that night I was apprehensive, as I couldn’t still imagine anyone wanting to hire an emotional misfit. When I went to bed that night I still hadn’t decided whether or not to put myself through the embarrassment of the process. I prayed fervently but a strange and wonderful dream happened that night.
I dreamed that I was sitting in the interview with a woman who was responsible for hiring people for this organization. As I explained to this woman, that I had been through a serious depression and was now at home recuperating from it, she looked at me and said, “that’s okay, I went through the same thing myself’! Here was someone who understood…I wasn’t alone in the world. I told my husband about it. In any case the dream gave me the courage to go and apply for a position for this company who was moving it’s office to the area I lived in….at the end of the year.
The next morning I got up and went to apply, filled out the application and waited very nervously for the interview. Finally, I was sitting across from two women, but one was actually doing the talking. They went over my papers and then the questions began, and we got to the part of why I left my previous employment. So, I began to explain what had happened expecting some polite questions or reply of some sort, but not what I did hear. The woman looked at me kindly and spoke the same words as was in my dream…”That’s okay, I understand as I went through the same thing myself”. I looked and listened incredulously at her and tried to keep my composure. The interview was over soon thereafter and I went home and later when my husband came home, told him of the experience. Even now when I think of it I get chills.
Well, that week I got a call to go in to their current office for a second interview, which was their practice, and spoke with another person this time.
During the next week I waited impatiently for their call and when it came I was ecstatic as they told me that I had a job there, and it would begin in September, which meant that I could have the rest of the summer to rest and to recover.
An answer to prayer, and an amazing miraculous dream.