A Mother’s Depression let’s Talk

 This is a story of a mother of four who suffered from extreme depression.  It’s almost like she lived in a glass house in the middle of a thunderstorm.  She had taken a vow of silence in her life to keep everything together.  In layman’s terms she had to lie like everything was okay when it was really falling apart.  Getting out of bed was a challenge.  She just lay in bed for hours daydreaming, and night dreaming

about the perfect life.  She had dreams of the perfect husband, house, and life.  In reality things were rather empty, and the opposite of what she felt in her heart.  There was no supportive husband, or family.  She was there alone.  She said “I write from a lonely place .”  I journal to ease my pain.  I express my feelings from a dying soul, an empty spirit, and a vessel with very little in it.  Deep in her heart she knows that no one understands her pain.  That silent cry that she wishes everybody can here.  She bares her soul to that one person who may have a clue but really don’t know about the late nights, and the loneliness that feels the dark room that she is in.

She has learned forgiveness, but cannot see beyond anything else.  Even though she has faced the worst in adversity, there is a continued fight on the horizon.  An inner warrior has manifested over the years, and has given her the strength to keep fighting.  Yea, she does fight alone, but she has become strong.  She is the lioness that has conquered the hills, the dry desserts.  She has survived the cankerworm eating everything, yet she has became a victor.  It rains often, but God is a shelter.  She has waited there with him until the storm has finished raging.  If the storm never stops he has equipped her with the gear to weather the storm.  This is an excerpt from the upcoming series God I’m Hurting. Until next time Imay God bless you with peace and prosperity.