For the better part of my life, I’ve identified myself as the girl with depression. Yes, there are many other identities that I have: mom, nurse, student, friend, Christian. But all of those identities were always secondary to depression. Last August at the Celebrate Recovery training summit, I felt like I was supposed to lay that identity down and I…
I have spent the better part of my adult life living with depression. The diagnosis of depression is safe. It is familiar. It is like a security blanket at times. But then, my world was turned upside down. The final day of my hospital admission I sat in a room, with my doctor, a nurse, my closest friend and heard…
Three years ago. Sometimes it feels so long ago, most times it feels like I can relive the entire last few weeks of my father’s life as if it were the first time. All it takes is a picture, a phrase he would say, a date (like today or his birthday), a smell – even funny moments that remind me…
Two months and one day. That was the length of my stay on the psychiatric unit. I feel as though I was in a fight for my life and there were days that I was unsure if I could make it one more day. But by the grace and strength of God I made it out to the other side.…
At this moment, I have a view from the inside. A view of the world passing by outside my window. A view of life continuing on while I am here feeling like life is on hold. I am on the locked down psychiatric unit waging war against the beast of depression. I have been here for nearly three weeks, with…
Dark. Foggy. Numb. This is what my depression feels like these days. As I sit here trying to type I fight the fight of wanting to make it seem not so bad, to put a happy face on and say, “it’s really no big deal”. But I am going to take a deep breath and be real for a few…
40 seconds. How long does it take to say ‘hey friend, you are loved’?
Tired. Weary. Spent. Drained. Fighting against the change God wants to make in me leaves me feeling like I have nothing left. Why is it that we spend so much time and energy fighting against the good things God wants to do in our lives? For me it is because the unknown is scary. The known may not be healthy,…
For so long, I’ve been depressed. I’ve been one who self-harms. I’ve been one with an eating disorder. Yes, I am a believer. Yes, I love Jesus. But my identity has been, for so long, wrapped up in a diagnosis. It didn’t start out that way. I never intended to be defined by this, but somewhere along the way it…
This post talks about finding yourself in a position that is too big for you to handle on your own. We want you to know that being alone is often a lie that the enemy uses against us. If you are experiencing a battle that you cannot face anymore, there are numbers listed here that are trained and can help…
