Today I spoke boldly in front of my church congregation. I read a previous blog post, The Sheep Dog & The Sheep, for everyone to hear. It was scary. I said some things that probably hurt feelings. But I’m hoping the tough love I put into it was received in love, the way it was intended.
The pastor knew what I wanted to talk about and asked me if I still wanted to read it after he heard about my depression. I’m so glad I was brave enough to say yes.
Today was terrifying, but it lifted my whole spirit to be brave and put my feelings out there. Out there for the whole church to hear, including those listening on the radio.
Being brave helped my mood
Today I don’t feel depressed – not smiling, bubbly happy either, but not depressed. That’s part of it – having good days and bad days. I know I’m not making up my depression, but it still sucks feeling like I am. I have too many months of memories of “meh.” I’ve been too tired and uninterested in seeing friends to believe I made it all up. Seeing friends has always been a cup-filler for me – it still is – I just don’t have the energy to make it happen. And that sucks. I miss my friends.
Therefor encourage one another and build each other up as you are doing.1 Thessalonians 5:11
Has depression impacted your life, or are you unsure if you need help? Feel free to contact me or leave a comment and begin some dialogue. There’s no need to suffer alone.
Want to follow my journey navigating depression? You can find all of the info here, from the beginning, and follow along as I continue along this path of caring for my mental health.