“Would you pray for me?” the young woman asked, head bowed and eyes hidden from my gaze by her long, dark hair. “It would be my honor. How would you like me to pray for you?” I asked as I took her hands in mine, after handing her a tissue to dry her eyes as the cascade of tears began to flow. “I need God to heal me…” her voice barely a whisper now, as the tears caught in her throat.
“You’re always so full of joy.”
That’s a comment I receive on a regular basis, and every time I do, I smile and whisper a prayer of thanks.
Yet, there was a time when I was depressed and thought I was joy-immune. Read more about how I overcame depression to live a life full of joy.
Now I understand. While I’ve always been empathic and cared for my patients, I never really understood, the way I do now…now that I’ve been on the other side of the desk. The doctor, the caregiver, and the patient. After all I’ve been through, I can see that God really will use our pain for our good and His glory.
Many around the world are watching and celebrating medals from the 2018 winter Olympics, but in the United States, we’ve been dealing with some very difficult circumstances.
“Is it grief or something more?” That’s a question I’m often asked as a board certified clinical neuropsychologist. Everyone grieves differently. Do you know the signs and symptoms to watch for when grief progresses into depression? Learn more here.