It’s killing us and we don’t know what it is…but we CAN stop it

You read that right. There’s something out there that is killing us, and we don’t know what it is.

Every year, every month, every week, every day. We call it depression, but it is so much more than one word. Maybe it’s health-related, maybe it’s work-related, maybe it’s just a result of our messed-up genetics from being in a sinful and fallen world.

We don’t know.

My grade alone has felt the hit. We have lost three people that should be starting careers, families, and lives. Instead, they each took their own lives. And why? We don’t know.

If someone has cancer, we know what we are fighting. If someone has a broken leg, we know what we are mending. So how are we going to stop these needless deaths?

I don’t know. But we CAN know.

In February 2014 Charlotte Dawson committed suicide. I have always tried to be very guarded about my battle with depression and anxiety, but I felt compelled to open up and I wrote this on my Facebook page:

I read this morning about the unfortunate loss of Charlotte Dawson. I had forgotten about her recent hospital trip due to her twitter abuse, but it seems she could not. People, PLEASE seek help for your mental issues. I’m not saying that she did not, but there are still people out there who consider depression, etc., as weaknesses. IT IS NOT! Sometimes it is the strongest people who fall. I don’t know how many of you know about my family and history, but I’m not ashamed to say that I have battled with depression and anxiety (I still do. It is an everyday battle), but I have wonderful support (the almight Lord, my family, my doctor, etc.) and have sought help. I never wanted to be on medication for it, but last year I had to, and I have never felt the peace I now do. I went to a therapist, and it was so gratifying to have someone on the outside to talk to about these things. I don’t know if this affects anyone on my facebook (I’ll also be posting this on my other internet ‘accounts’), but maybe my story can help someone else. You are not weak. It will get better.

When I got depressed, I used to only want to be happy, but in recent years, it has become not caring, and that means death. I don’t WANT to die, but sometimes it just doesn’t feel worth the effort.

I’m nervous writing this because I don’t know who is going to read it. Maybe I’ll be seeing them later today, maybe later in the week, or maybe not at all. My depression is part of me, but I will not let it DEFINE me.

We are much bigger than our struggles, and we have someone much bigger we can turn to. Yes, I am going to talk about God, because without God, there is nothing. God made each and every one of us because He wants to spend eternity with us. He didn’t just make Adam and Eve and then will accept their offspring. He knits us together in our mother’s womb. He makes us because he loves each and every one of us. We are meant to be here and we can make it through.

So please, if you are reading this and you are suffering from depression or you know someone who is, PLEASE, talk to someone and get help. You need your car fixed, you go to a mechanic. You need your house built, you go to a contractor. Everyone needs someone to talk to, so why not make that person a professional who has studied it?

Here are some numbers for you to call (more available on the net or directory assistance)

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God bless and let’s kick depression’s ass!

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Living With Anxiety

In the last few years, the internet has been inundated with people telling their stories of living life with anxiety and depression.

Here’s another one.

In this blog, I will be as frank and honest as I can. I will explain my ups and downs, and hopefully we can all work together to get through this beautiful world that can sometimes be too hard.