Thursday, February 12, 2009

An E-Book: My Life In Mental Chains by Ruth J. Hartman

Many times I get requests to look at small manuscripts, or e-books. These are books I always have a hard time with. Do I say yes, or do I politely decline. Recently I received an e-book from Ruth J. Hartman, and I'm SO glad I said yes!

Ruth shares her painful story of obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD) in her story, "My Life In Chains". From her early days as a dental hygenist to the present, Ruth chronicles her journey through treatment and much of the horror and fear that accompanied this disorder.

I've had members of my family deal with OCD--I myself wrestle with it, but mildly. Ruth's story, while more advanced than any I've encountered, left me with encouragement and hope.

More than that--this is a wake-up call to the church. Our bodies are fearfully and wonderfully made, but we live in a sin-filled world that is breaking down more and more every day.

Mental illness is not always caused by a person's sin or behavior. Sometimes it's merely a chemical imbalance in our delicate brains. Gentle help and prayer and assistance does more than condemnation or judgment ever will.

Ruth's story is a difficult one to read...but more difficult for her to have lived out. Her journey isn't over, but she is on her path to healing. I'm thankful for authors such as Ruth who are willing to be transparent that the Body of Christ may be healed and obtain understanding.

I'm giving Ruth's e-book story four out of five bookmarks with a smiley face charm. I hope reading it helps and encourages you as well. Her story is available through
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Happy Reading!



Anonymous said...

I admire you for speaking about your experience. I would like to hear a bit more about how your family has handle your disease. I know watching my son is so painful. I can't imagine how your family must have suffered feeling helpless around you. I send prayers to you and your family.
Jo Ann Hernandez

Ruth J. Hartman said...

Hi Jo Ann,

My family had a really hard time watching me go through it. Especially my husband. He didn't understand why I was suddenly acting so bizarre, but he never gave up on me, even though it was hard for him.

My parents also had a hard time. But they were very supportive. I called them several times every day for reassurence. They are just so thankful that I'm over the worst of it now.


Ruth J. Hartman said...

Hi Deena,

Thanks so much for hosting me on your blog!