About a month ago I finally picked up the phone and called my doctor.
"I need to schedule an appointment with my doctor to talk about depression."
It was possibly the hardest phone call ever. I didn't even want to make the phone call to begin with. I didn't want to admit I needed help. And I most certainly didn't want to admit I had depression, real, clinical depression.
It was as though in admitting it, I admitted I was not perfect and maybe, perhaps, I was also a failure. I failed to be the mom, wife, daughter, friend God created me to be.
And also, how could I say I knew Christ as my Savior, chose to follow and serve Him in my life...and I'm still depressed? There was this lie in my head telling me that Christians can't be depressed. What do I have to be depressed about when I have such a great hope?
But, the truth is, I am depressed. For over a year I've been struggling and it's gotten to the point where I just can't handle it anymore. I've mentioned here and there of my struggles with depression, but I thought I had it under control and I didn't want to admit just how bad it really was.
Several months ago, it got really bad. In the midst of a major meltdown, I kept thinking over and over, "I just want this pain to go away...I want to be done with it...I want to die." And that thought scared me, a lot. I knew I didn't want to actually die, but it was just so painful, so all consuming.
Both my mom and my husband finally said to me just over a month ago, "I think you need to go to your doctor." I wasn't getting any better...in fact, it was getting worse. The depression was leading to anxiety, not just worrying about tomorrow, but the overpowering panic mode that overcame me for the simplest reasons. In those moments, I could no longer control my thoughts.
I was constantly anxious about anything and everything, I wasn't sleeping well, and all I wanted to do was lie in bed and sleep all day. I forced myself to get up in the mornings, went through the motions of caring for my little ones, attempted to give them all the love and attention I could muster...and by the end of the day, I could barely move.
According to the
Anxiety Disorders of America Association (ADAA), anxiety "helps us get out of harm's way and prepare for important events, and it warns us when we need to take action", but an anxiety disorder happens when it "is persistent, seemingly uncontrollable, and overwhelming. If it’s an excessive, irrational dread of everyday situations, it can be disabling." Often, depression and anxiety go hand in hand. In fact, the ADAA says that "nearly one-half of those diagnosed with depression are also diagnosed with an anxiety disorder."
The day I went in for my doctor appointment, I received the most encouraging, supportive words from several sweet sister-friends. I emailed them to ask for prayer and almost immediately was flooded with words of love and acceptance. They shared bible verses to encourage me and some even shared their own stories. As I walked into my appointment, I felt a peace that surpasses understanding, knowing that I was being held in prayer and that I had friends who loved me no matter what.
I am so thankful for my doctor, because she never once made me feel guilty or bad about how I was feeling. She immediately reassured me that it was okay, that lots of people struggle with depression, that it is a real and treatable problem. She also reassured me that a lot of my symptoms were related to anxiety and it helped so much to put a name to it, to know there was a reason I was feeling the way I was.
She prescribed some medication and explained that the medication was a good thing, because depression and anxiety is not just an emotional thing. It is a physical, medical condition that can be treated with
medication. She also told me that it didn't have to be a long term thing, that I could overcome this, that I would get better.
This week I also started meeting with a counselor. I realized after just one appointment that there is a lot of emotional baggage I need to work through and that there are a lot more contributing factors than I realized. I know it was the right decision and I'm thankful the Lord led me to my counselor.
So, that's where I'm at and why I've been silent on my blog for so long. Some days are better than others and I am truly starting to get better, but I still have rough days where I don't even want to crawl out of bed. Like yesterday...I just felt like I would never be better, that it was hopeless, even though I know there is hope, that I will get better.
I've also realized how common and serious depression really is. So many people have shared their stories with me or stories of people they know who have struggled with depression. If even one person reading this is struggling, please know that there is hope, that it is okay to admit you need help, and that you are not alone. Depression is such a silent disease, but it is so much more common than we realize. I wish it was talked about more, that it wasn't a silent disease anymore, so that people who struggle didn't feel so alone or helpless.
I am so thankful to know where my true help comes from. I know the One who will give me victory over this. He will carry me through this storm and lead me to a place of great abundance. He is always faithful and always good.
"For I, the Lord your God, will hold your right hand, saying to you 'Fear not, I will help you.'" Isaiah 41:13
PS - I stole the title of this post from my sweet friend,
Amanda, who has been a huge encouragement to me in the past year and whose
story made me realize I am not alone and helped me to finally ask for help. I hope that by sharing my story too someone out there who is struggling would be encouraged, would seek help, and be able to overcome this awful disease.