About This Blog

My blog shares my recovery journey from childhood abuse to living with mental illness. I've been involved in twelve step groups and therapy since 1982. I accepted Jesus as my Savior in 1988. To the best of my ability, I have followed where He wants me to go and what He wants me to do. Maybe you'll find the hope and strength you need through what I write. Maybe you want to stop hurting yourself. Maybe you have a friend who needs help and can benefit from my story. I was newly disabled when I asked God this question: "What do you want me to do with my life?" I closed my eyes and paused for a few moments to still my mind. This is what I sensed from Him: "Amy, I want you to write your story to bring hope and healing to those who are still suffering." And that's exactly what I am doing!

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Depression and/or Anxiety at Christmas Time

It's not a good feeling when you wake up each day feeling depressed or anxious about this festive celebration of the birth of Christ.  I often feel guilt or shame when I wake up depressed knowing full well this is my favorite time of year.  Then the anxiety sets in about being with crowds of people or any people for that matter, including my family.

Don't get me wrong - I love my family.  They are the greatest source of joy in my life next to my relationship with God.  But depression is a battle in my mind that is a challenge to overcome any time of the year.

Today, as many of you, I have a lot to do.  But my spirit is downcast.  I want to curl up on my couch under a blanket.  I want to mindlessly watch television.  I want to close my front door and lock it so that no one will enter.

I feel sad, too.  I have four dear friends who suffered the death of someone close and precious to them this year.  There's nothing I can do except pray for them which feels helpless.  I love them all very much.  The only thing I can do is what the Holy Spirit leads me to do.

I've been very distracted.  I couldn't focus at our Christmas service.  It was the first one in my new church.  I kept thinking about Willow Creek, Bill's teaching, singing Silent Night at the end and hugging my family.  Not all years but some.  Last night I wasn't with any family.  My mom canceled and I was really looking forward to her going.

Anxious thoughts are rushing through my head.  I want to quiet them down but the only way I know how to do that is to write, distract myself and take a medication.  I'm doing all of those so I should be feeling less anxiety soon.

The depression?  I don't know if it will lift and I certainly don't know when.  I miss Aaron so much.  I wish he were here and I could hear, "Aunt Amy!!!!!" and then be bulldozed by his running up to me and grabbing onto me for a big hug.  But all I have left of him are memories in my mind and photographs that will never be added to.  His age of 18 is frozen in time.

Christmas is a celebration of Jesus' birth.

This year feels like the death of loved ones passed.  But life goes on, even in difficult grief.  And this song is why it's possible to get through these emotional and trying times: