In my darkest days, I remember weeping from the deepest places within me. I remember aching not just emotionally and mentally, but physically too. All I longed for was for the pain to end. Why, oh why, wouldn’t God take the pain away? I begged Him to. [more]
I look back on my life’s darkest days, the days I walked in the valley of depression and was convinced I had seen a glimpse of hell; the days I cared for my husband and my mother during their cancer journeys; the days as a teenager after losing my father prematurely to a massive fatal heart attack, and I felt isolated, misunderstood, and unaccepted. [more]
OVERJOYED. ECSTATIC. TICKLED PINK. Just a few words to describe how I feel as I am writing this post. Today I have the privilege to introduce you to the beautiful Michelle Bengtson and her BR… [read more]
“It’s a little like being blind….it’s hard to relate and understand what it’s like if you haven’t ever experienced it,” relayed the wife of one of my male patients who suffered from depression.
So many friends and family members relay the same sentiment: they want to help but it’s hard for them to understand what it’s like to suffer from depression since they themselves have never suffered. And yet, what an individual suffering from depression needs to know is that they aren’t alone and someone does care. [more]