Remember the Reason for the Season

It’s Christmas Eve today, and like most homes at this time of year, we have had our Christmas tree up for awhile. The colourful lights glowing, decorations hanging, and the angel watching over everything. The top section of our artificial tree is leaning some, because the part it’s stuck into has a piece broken off…

If I Wasn’t On My Medication…

When depression has its nasty claws embedded deep into my very soul, it sucks the life right out of me. It leaves me not willing, or able, to enjoy anything, and it won’t let me do what I want. I have a few hobbies that I really enjoy – knitting, spinning yarn, reading and some…

I’m Learning To Thank God For This

I’ve been taking my anti-depressant for nearly three months now. And I will say, they are really helping.  I don’t want to have to take this medication, but I know I have to. As a Christian, I have gone back and forth in whether or not I believe that I should take antidepressants or just…

In A Much Better Place

These past eleven days I have been on vacation. A much-needed vacation. A much welcomed vacation.  A wonderful time spent with my husband (and a day that included my step-son). Because of my depression and anxiety, working on average of 45-50 hours per week, and being involved in a few ministries at church, I ended up…

Today Was A Better Day

The bulk of this week was not great for me. Not only have I been dealing with my depression and anxiety, but Sunday afternoon family members shared some terrible news with us. It devastated me. And I found myself spiralling downward quickly. Both Monday and Tuesday I had what I can only describe as breakdowns while…

I Caught A Glimpse of the Light…

My husband tells me it will get better, that right now I can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel, but I will.  He tells me it’s still there, hiding beneath the grey clouds that loom over me on what seems like a daily basis. I catch glimmers of that light, now and…

I Was Ashamed To Admit I Suffered With Depression

Mental illness is not fun. I know this for a fact, because I suffer from it.  I suffer from depression. Depression and I go way back. I’m not sure exactly when it first became apparent to me, but looking back, I recall being held in its bony clutches when I was in my early 20s.  For many years…