I’m in the process of receiving help. And the funny thing is it took me awhile to see it was the right thing for me to do. Have you heard the story of the man in the flood crying out to God for help and he drowned, never recognizing that God had sent help in the form of men. I understand his thinking, but I choose to learn from his mistake rather than repeat it. Anxiety and depression are two conditions that have made it hard for me to even ask for help, but when I experienced a day when my emotions were so raw that I kept tearing up, I knew it was time to take a trip to see my doctor. I’m not ashamed to tell you that I am currently on medication and also seeing a psychologist, plus I am taking a class at church about my identity in Christ. I had to switch prescriptions because the first actually made me more depressed, but now I am thrilled to say I haven’t felt this good in a long time! I have also had a few “aha” moments now that I am learning how it is that I respond to different situations.

I’m just starting on this journey and I look forward to sharing my thoughts as I progress down this path. I’m hoping by receiving the help I need from others I can “pay-it-forward” and encourage anyone out there that needs to hear it’s okay to get help. I know God reaches out to me through the gifts and encouragement of others and I think I was overdue to receive that.

One more thing – as I have been sharing with my friends, I see that I am truly not alone.