If you have never dealt with depression, be thankful. If someone near you is battling with it, do not tell them to ‘snap out of it’ as it only makes it worse. Be patient, be a friend. If you are, be kind to yourself.
I have dealt with bouts of depression in life. Many of you reading this may be or may have been or may know of someone in your life that is depressed.
I know what it is like to have each thought in the pic.
I have said, “I’m Fine” way too many times.
I know what it is like to wear a smile when I just wanted to crumble.
I know what it is like to sit in church and nobody realizes the despair I am in.
I know what it is like to want to sleep forever and hope I never wake up.
Thankfully, I knew when it was time to get help.
Having a Counselor, a true Christian Counselor, to talk to has helped me, one that prayed with me at times and I believe for me.
I know, too, “IT’S OK” to have a Counselor and to not feel I have a lack of faith or feel further condemnation.
I know to journal my thoughts and feelings and to work through them. I recommend.
Most importantly, I know to read/study my Bible, trust God and to pray. I totally recommend.
If this all hits home, please KNOW…. God knows your name, He knows where you are, He sees each tear that falls, and He knows the heartache within that you cannot explain. When I understood just that and grabbed hold of it, repeated as necessary, I felt encouraged.
He absolutely loves me (YOU). He cares. ❤️
Take one day at a time and when that is too much, take one hour at a time.
Did I feel like praying or praising the Lord through the depression? No!! Actually, I felt worse as the lies from the enemy were bombarding my mind of unworthiness, etc.
Encourage yourself in the Lord, even if it is just a word (Jesus) or a whisper (I need you Lord Jesus).
Work through this, don’t give up.
Find a Counselor or a trusted friend to confide in.
Trust the Lord. Draw close to Him.
When others let you down, and they will, there is only ONE that you can trust and depend upon.
May YOU be ENCOURAGED!!
But you, O Lord, are a shield about me, my glory, and the of my head. Psalm 3:3
https://www.openbible.info/topics/depression
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“the idea is that everyone has their own battles they face. they say that the biggest lie people say is when they respond “i’m fine” or “i’m tired”. i guess i just wanted to bring this to light or something, because i know so many people who hide things behind their smile.”
A few weeks ago, while staying in a rented condo on vacation, it takes me a bit to get acclimated to the surroundings and sounds. While it was great to meet up with a friend so we could shop for several days, the night comes. I’m in the back bedroom and she is in the front bedroom near the outside door. I knew she went to bed and as I am lying
there in mine, I hear a screeching of a door. I look through the crack of my door to see if it was the front, outside door, while a panic within me freezes not knowing the what if. What if it is the door opening and somebody will enter. Fear.
As I look and try to talk through this situation, I look at the bedroom door and am reminded that there is a cross on the door. Trust Me. Once I realized we were in no danger, the deadbolt was on anyway, I remembered yet again how many times since a child that I have looked at the doors in our home and the Cross. Peace.
fear as it has done all of my life. I love that the six-paneled doors, I see a Cross. I was telling my friend of the screeching sound and my panic mode. She had never noticed the Cross before. Bet she does now. You, too. (Cross and Bible)
This morning while walking early, as I do often and watch the sun rise over the tree tops feeling the crisp, cool air while I start my day, I often think and pray. Many days, I meet a friend and we walk together. As I was rounding the corner, hitting my first-mile marker, the thought and question came to me as to what is my motive in doing this. Where did that come from, I thought? Lord, what are you asking me with this question so I pondered it as I continued on walking.
As a child from a home that you just existed in with no real emotional support or touch, you (or I did) tend to reach out to anyone that will give that need, that mothering, direction, understanding, etc. It was my coping skills all through life of grasping love and attention. Now recognizing since being in her counseling sessions week after week, year after year, how could I not want her to be proud of me. I have spent more one-on-one time with her (well over 200 hours) than I have anyone, whether that be my own mother, siblings, or any family/friends to really know me.
Just Pondering... 