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Wrestling with Inner Demons
As I sat at a stoplight, a wave of anxiety washed over me, creating an unsettling rhythm within. The sky mirrored my turmoil, cloaked in heavy, grey clouds that seemed to envelop my thoughts. Depression had crept in once again, and I felt weary from the relentless battle against its suffocating grip.
This struggle was exhausting—an ongoing fight to feel whole amidst a profound sense of loneliness. The fog of despair surrounded me, isolating me from the world outside. On many days, it felt as though no one, not even the divine, could penetrate this veil of sadness.
The physical toll of mental illness is often overlooked. This pain was all too familiar, as I had long lost track of a time when depression wasn’t a part of my existence. I had learned to mask my feelings with a smile, often dismissing my struggles as mere fatigue, while inside, I felt like I was carrying the weight of the world.
Yet, the most painful aspect was the barrage of questions that plagued my mind: Is God really there? Why can’t I change? Can’t You help me? I was haunted by the belief that perhaps God didn’t want anything to do with my mess, nor did anyone else. The thought of revealing my true self filled me with dread—the fear of losing the support of my loved ones and even my faith.
Misunderstandings and Misguided Advice
Every attempt to share my struggles often led to well-meaning but misguided advice from those around me. “You have control over your emotions,” they would say. “Just choose joy.” Such sentiments felt dismissive, as if flipping a switch could simply erase the pain I carried.
Depression tends to be a self-centered experience, provoking questions such as: How can I feel this way when so much good exists in my life? The suggestion to serve others as a remedy often left me feeling inadequate and overwhelmed, as though I had to prove my worth through actions rather than embracing my feelings.
The Weight of Expectations
Each time I tried to muster the strength to change my perspective, I was met with failure. My attempts to pray fervently, to seek God with all my heart, did not alleviate the ache inside. Years spent in ministry, pouring myself into serving others, only deepened the void I felt. The fast pace of life strangled me, leaving little room for rest.
For me, the phrase “choose joy” felt like a command to simply snap out of it, an impossible feat. I kept my struggles hidden, burying my questions and prayers deep within until I could no longer contain them.
A Sanctuary in Chaos
It was during one of those tumultuous days, sitting in my old Taurus, that I found a semblance of solace. My car, cluttered with empty cups and scattered belongings, became a messy sanctuary amidst my chaotic life. There, I didn’t need to put on a façade. No one was around to judge or question my pain.
While running errands, a sinking thought took hold: What if I never get better? This shameful question made my heart race. How could I possibly live with this burden indefinitely?
Whispers of Hope
As I sat at the stoplight, my body trembled under the weight of despair. My thoughts spiraled, and anxiety tightened its grip around my throat. Then, in that moment of darkness, a gentle whisper resonated within me.
“The darkness may always be there,” it said, inviting me to stop fighting against my reality. I didn’t need to bury my pain any longer. It was okay to acknowledge the darkness and to face it with courage. The latter part of that whisper was profound: “I will always be there in the darkness.” This realization shook me to my core, reshaping my understanding of God’s presence.
God’s Unconditional Presence
No longer did I feel as though God was tapping his foot impatiently, waiting for me to gather myself. Instead, I understood that He sits with me in my pain. I recalled the comforting words of Psalm 139: “If I make my bed in hell, you are there.” This realization lifted the heaviness in my chest, allowing me to breathe deeply once more.
God welcomed my honesty, running toward my pain rather than shying away from it. In that messy Taurus, I found hope. “Okay, if You promise to never leave, I can face anything with You by my side.”
Understanding the Nature of Healing
Sometimes, healing doesn’t come. It’s not a matter of faith or a lack thereof; it’s the harsh reality of living in a broken world. My hope cannot hinge solely on miraculous changes or understanding the mysteries of life. Instead, it rests on God’s unwavering character, who has consistently proven His faithfulness.
Through storms and trials, I’ve learned to cling to the Lord. I’ve pressed my face into His comforting presence, taking solace in His promise: “It’s okay. I’m still here, even in the darkness.” While I may wish for instant healing, I am grateful for the comfort I’ve found in knowing that God sees me, hears me, and is present in my struggles.
Seeking God in Our Pain
Perhaps today, you find yourself questioning whether God is present amidst your pain. It might not be depression or anxiety for you; it could be loss, failure, or a myriad of other struggles. At some point, we all confront these significant questions: Are You here? Are You with me?
In the depths of anguish, remember that God doesn’t condemn you. He isn’t disappointed or impatient with your struggles. While He may not always change your circumstances, He is there, sitting with you in your pain. If darkness remains, so does His presence, holding our fragile, desperate hearts. And perhaps, that assurance is all we need to endure.