But I’ve also noticed some whose lack of understanding of depression and anxiety heaps coal on the burning pain of those who experience them. Again, I think you are good intentioned, wanting people to be able to feel as light and free as you do because of what you see as hope in Christ. You can’t imagine how people could experience such low feelings if they know Christ, have faith and have their thoughts focused on Him.
I encourage you to do your part in helping to break the stigma. Tell your stories - they are important. Connect with others, even if - no especially if - it's hard for you like it is for me. And take care of yourself! Don't ever underestimate the importance of self-care.
Finding the Words… Depression
Depression… that is a word that I find difficult to speak… difficult to write. As a child, I remember telling my mom I felt guilty. Now feeling guilty may not seem out of the ordinary, but I’d tell my mom I felt guilty ALL THE TIME. I had this feeling inside me that I couldn’t quite describe, and so I tried to name it… to understand it. As absurd as it sounds, I would say I felt guilty because I thought my bags in the trunk were too heavy and costing too much gas for the car. I was grasping for words to explain this feeling deep inside but I couldn’t quite find them.
Beauty in the Brokenness 