“In quietness and confidence is your strength.” (Isaiah
30:15)
The person who found me read that scripture hours before
driving to my house with her husband. The scripture about quietness resonated
so loudly with her she scribbled it on her mirror.
She had no idea she would read different words on another
mirror a few hours later, where the sound of terror had given way to an eerie
silence the night before.
What they found when they arrived was a sad sight, the
wreckage of a life that had slowly spun out of control and then crashed into a
helpless mess.
But that’s enough about that story.
Anniversaries can be a time to celebrate. A time to reflect.
A time to mark sad or special events. They can also be a time to move on.
For me, it’s a time to reflect on one big miracle and a
bunch of tiny ones.
It might sound like no big feat, except for those who suffer
from depression or bipolar or crippling anxiety, but since being released from
the hospital a year ago, I’ve spent one day in the bed. With a migraine. That’s
a miracle.
I’m still here with my family and my wife, despite the
tremendous toll bipolar disorder takes on marriages and the unfair strain it
puts on families.
I’m still providing for my family, though some days, a lot
of days, I wonder when the next relapse will sneak up behind me in the night
and grab me around the neck.
I’ve nearly given up hope a few times, and then found it
again, realizing something when my faith has gotten slippery. Hope not grounded
in faith offers little assurance. It’s almost guaranteed to disappoint us.
I’ve learned there are no limits to the compassion and
kindness of friends, whose outpouring of love and support are medicine for the
soul.
I’ve learned there is no blessing like a family that will
stop at nothing to offer love, support and loyalty when all seems lost.
I’ve learned that secrets lose their power to hurt us when
we drag them into the light.
I’ve learned that getting lost in the wilderness is a
terrifying experience, but God never leaves your side if you just call on him.
I’ve learned that for me, praying for God’s will makes me
feel better than praying for a cure.
Most of all, I’ve learned that the longer we suffer, the
stronger we get.
Thanks to my family. Thanks to my friends. Thanks to the
readers I don’t know. And thanks be to God. It is because of Him that I’m still
here.
Blessings on your anniversary! Praise God for the way He is using your story to encourage others!
ReplyDeleteIt is so wonderful that you are putting yourself out there to help others. May God bless and keep you!
ReplyDeleteI just happened to find your blog because i was searching for some hope dealing with my depression. I have relapsed and fallen back into sadness. My family suffers.
ReplyDeleteJust found your blog. My husband has had depression for about 8 yrs. We have 8 children. It sure has been a bumpy road and still is, but God is with us. I don't know what the future holds, but I know Who holds the future. Glad to have found a blog about depression from a Christian viewpoint and I look forward to reading it.
ReplyDeleteForge ahead. Take all those blessings and keep them. They can be your source of fortitude, as much as wisdom. What you really need is a fulcrum, from which you get to balance yourself enough to see where you are with yourself and with respect to other people. Even it seems hard, with all the struggles you've gone through that you feel can throw you off, the key is to press on and to have something to hold on to, while at it. All the best!
ReplyDeleteRosalina Harford @ Core Therapy Associates, Ltd.