God woke me up again for the third day in a row at 5:00 A.M. to pray. I fought to get out of bed. The idea of sitting in silence and trying to pray felt draining; but, I’ve always done this, and it has never felt this way before. Why is it so different now?
There is a certain stigma that comes with admitting you battle depression. When you’re a Christian, people make assumptions about what that means about your faith. What I’ve learned is that the more transparent I am about it, the more encouragement I actually receive. It’s a bit of a catch 22. If you hold it inside and try to battle on your own, you can save face. But if you open up, seek help and let people know when you’re struggling it will put a smile on your face, because you realize you’re not alone.