You know, our lives are like rivers: they keep flowing on and on.

As I sit here and reminisce on the past 9 months of my life, I cry and think about how much I’ve wanted to stop my river from flowing. I’m tired. Tired of pretending, tired of everything. It’s a tender subject, but it’s got to be discussed.

Depression is so real, and if you don’t believe me, ask those who suffer from it how real it truly is. It plays with your mind, your heart, your emotions, everything. It’s a constant battle that I feel like I’m losing every single day. It’s “you suck”, “you’ll never amount to anything”, “your life is worthless”, “nobody loves you” and “nobody cares” - I could go on and on, but I won’t.

I have people tell me ALL THE TIME that my life means so much, so many people love me and care about me, and that my further is so bright, but why is it is so hard to believe. Depression.

I’ve pushed God away because I feel like I don’t deserve to be His child with the thoughts that I think daily, and not even forgiveness will help me, but boy am I wrong. He loves me and truly cares for me. Philippians 4:13 tells me “I can do ALL things through Christ who gives me strength.” How comforting is that?

Satan will not steal, kill or destroy me. John 10:10 tells me that God has come so that we may have life, and have it more abundantly.

I am so grateful. I truly am blessed with a God who loves me more than the struggles I face daily.

I’ll leave you with one last verse: “Again I will build you, and you shall be rebuilt, O virgin of Israel!
You shall again be adorned with your tambourines,
And shall go forth in the dances of those who rejoice.” Jeremiah 31:4.

Rest on HIS promises. You got this. Depression is real, but so is God