My Fall from Faith: Terri Nida7 min read

Two of our aims here at Delight in Disorder is to connect faith and mental illness in such a way that our suffering becomes redemptive and that we see our whole lives in a spiritual light. Body. Mind. Soul.

I first read Terri’s story in You Share: Stories that Matter.  Some time later, she became a subscribing member of Delight in Disorder. So, I wrote to her about doing a guest post. She graciously agreed.

While Terri is not diagnosed with a mental illness, she has struggled with depression most of her life and her story reveals such powerful immersion into the nature of  suffering: physical, emotional, and spiritual, I thought it fit well here. This is her story…

On August 18, 2013, I suddenly felt dizzy. It had been a nice Sunday afternoon. The hanging plants on my balcony were slowly swinging in the breeze, and I remember admiring them. I remember what I was wearing. A mauve colored peasant blouse and white pedal pusher pants. And I remember that the sun was shining through the dining room windows and my cats were curled up on the couch. It had been a good day, because I had spent the day in prayer.

Mind you it had been a long time since I felt my faith soar like those earlier days. So rising up off my knees on that beautiful, sunny August day left me feeling an incredible resolve. I remember how free I felt. I remember how much lighter I felt. And that’s when I decided to break my fast and eat. I simply went to the refrigerator, and that’s when the dizziness hit me. The next time I opened my eyes, my view of the world, my attitude towards God and people, and the things I treasured most in my life were forever altered.

For anyone who’s ever fainted, you know something is off because your world begins to shake a bit. Sometime later I opened my eyes. My whole body was tingling. Nothing below my shoulders moved, no matter how hard I tried. All I could see was ceiling tiles, and I felt completely disoriented. I was still able to move my head, and I tried to turn my head to get oriented. I remember almost passing out during that head turn, because the pain was so excruciating. Somewhere between the refrigerator and the floor I had fallen backwards, probably hit the stove handle just right to snap the C4 vertebrae in my neck.

I knew I was paralyzed. I remember thinking to myself, okay – this is how it is. I was in and out of consciousness for the next day and a half. When I was awake, I spent time praying and reciting Scriptures that I had memorized for challenging life moments. Although I never expected a life moment like this one. I was terrified, and this was all I knew to do. My coworker came the morning of the second day with the police. They broke down the door, and found me lying on the kitchen floor – close to death.

Prior to the fall, I seemed to have it all together; I had a closet full of clothes; a bunch of new furniture because I had just moved; a new car; many friends; and a close-knit family. On the outside, I was blooming, but inside I was groaning. I felt a yearning that could not be satisfied. I was at the bottom of a dark spiritual well and didn’t know how to climb out. And I wouldn’t ask for help.

When I woke up in the ICU a few days later, I suddenly had a desperate need for support from friends and family and a relationship with God. Thus I began my journey of physical, spiritual, and emotional healing.

After a long hospitalization, I went to live in a nursing facility. After having such a carefree, independent, active lifestyle, I was suddenly completely dependent on the nursing staff to live. Prior to the accident I was on only one medication. Now I had to swallow 20 pills throughout the day. The staff was (and still is) responsible for everything. They take care of my hygiene. They dress me. They exercise me. They lift me in something like a human forklift to put me in my wheelchair. Then they would put me to bed at night.

Somehow I have kept my faith. Some days I’m holding on by two fingernails and a thread, but I somehow hold on.

Since I became a quadriplegic, I’ve kept the belief that God has a greater purpose in this than what I can see. I believe this with all my heart! And yet maneuvering through each individual day and through an odyssey of emotions as I face increased medical problems and visits to the hospital ICU, it’s been hard for me not to think of each day as a negative event. I find myself asking God, can we skip all these days of suffering and just get to the end product?

In the first year I allowed myself to believe that maybe God had deserted me. In fact, I had some devastating things happen during that time and found myself asking God, what good is all of this? I was bitter and filled with rage much of the time. I was angry at God and angry at people. I lashed out at the nursing facility staff, and I lashed out at my family. I was confused, paranoid, and deeply depressed.

Thanks to modern technology, in this second year I’ve been able to search for answers in the Bible, write a blog about my life, and get input from other trusted Christian women. And of course I pray. But my prayers are so different now. They are raw and real and searching for answers. As a result, I feel like I’ve gained some positive perspective on my quadriplegia. Don’t get me wrong – I haven’t had a day yet when I felt happy about my current life circumstances. There are days when I just want to give up and wish I could disappear from this earth. In all honesty, I think there will be many more days like that ahead. But I do believe this life has a purpose, if I can just live victoriously one day at a time.

I talked with a dear friend of almost 30 years recently about healing. She is someone who I consider to be a spiritual mentor. She taught me about healing and how it comes to us in different ways. I realized when I was able-bodied I looked for self-worth through things of this world, and I never felt at peace or complete. Now that I have none of these things I am completely reliant on God for my peace and sense of completeness. This has been and continues to be a very healing process, and it has only come to me as a result of my accident.

Terri Nadi’s blog is Diary of a Quadriplegic. 



About the Author:

I am a man with an unquiet mind who delights in the One who delights in me.
  • Martha Thompson

    Thank you for having Terri Nida as a guest blogger. She has a powerful message.

    • Tony Roberts

      Thank you for your encouraging words. I think Terri has an inspiring testimony as well.