My struggle with depression (post-partum or otherwise) is far from over. It is a battle I still fight daily. This past Wednesday was particularly difficult, though I'm not sure why. I woke up feeling like my depression was a pot of water about to boil over. At MOPS, I just broke down crying. All I could think was, "I need help. I need help."
The Lord works in mysterious ways.
At MOPS, the women at my table surrounded me with love and support. They let me know that I was not alone. But the amazing thing is, even more people dropped hints of encouragement and love. People who were unaware of my struggles, who didn't see me crying at MOPS. A friend sent me an encouraging message. Another new friend invited Evie and I for a play date. A great woman from church posted on facebook that she was specifically praying for people with thyroid problems who often are fighting a lonely battle.
I feel supported. I feel hope.
God is good.
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