Surviving the journey of sharing your story.
I will fail time and again, but wrapped in this comforter of peace, I walk in His victory.
Do you believe in Satan? I do. I've come face to face with the darkness of the devil, so I take him seriously.
I craved belonging. Not to belong to a group, but to belong to something more than mental illness, shame, sadness, and fear.
I sat at the stoplight and didn't want to go forward or turn around and go home. I tried to pick up my cellphone and call my husband to get me. Without warning, anxiety overwhelmed me.
We fight anxiety from within. As a believer, that means Jesus is already there.
In anxiety, we fight. And we win.
Suicide doesn't end the pain, the mental war, the fear, or the sadness; it ends your breathing and your life and transfers your pain to someone else.
We jump from one side to the other, never knowing where we will land. A mentally ill 'jumper'.