I remember it as if it was yesterday. I stared into the mirror but didn’t recognize the reflection gazing back at me.
Who was she? How did she get here? When did it happen?
I had fallen into depression’s pit.
My productive life turned into a struggle for existence.
As I surveyed my bathroom vanity, the signs of my normal life remained: toothbrush and toothpaste, vitamins, makeup…but the motivation to engage no longer existed.
I’m thankful for depression. Sometimes it’s difficult to see the redemptive side of situations while we are in the middle of the mess, but that’s exactly where our faith has an opportunity to grow.
Have you ever had one of those days where frustration has threatened to over take you? That’s where I sat, on the verge of tears.
Situations occurred that were out of my control, things I was depending on and was now powerless to do anything about. People proved unreliable and undependable. Tasks that should have been simple were proving to be difficult at every turn.
I was emotionally spent. Physically weary. Every ounce of me wanted to give up. I wanted to complain. I wanted wrongs to be made right.
The start of a new year reminds me a bit of freshly fallen snow covering the old debris and offering a new blank canvas to write the future. But with the onset of every new year, I find myself first reflecting on the year past: the pitfalls, the mistakes, the trials, the joys, and the blessings. [more]