Diary of a Depressed Christian

The myth of battling depression is “you have lost your faith.” Yes, there is a tremendous loss of feelings, memory, laughter and joy (amongst other things), but my faith yet remains. Take a journey with me to see how I battle depression and how I choose to be victorious.

Sometimes it is better to connect with people who share a similar pain than someone who doesn’t understand you at all. ~Alicia Neal

Round & Round

Long nights and short days seem to be my plight. I can go for months without the proper sleep, then all of a sudden my body becomes too tired to function and I sleep for what seem like for days. I’m not complaining, I’m just grateful to see another day eventhough I haven’t slept long enough to notice that it was another day.

What seems like the movie “Ground Hog Day” on a ferrous wheel has become my recurring nightmare. What I have learned during this nightmare is that I am stronger than I thought and more persistent in beating these anxious thoughts and depressed mood. How do I survive? Prayer. How do I keep from going insane? Reading my Bible. Does it go away? No, but I feel stronger and more powerful to fight for my mind and my life.

The most valuable lesson in this fight is learning to love myself in the struggle and making sure that what is set out to destroy me will ultimately bow down to me because I am a winner, a fighter and a overcomer!


The past two weeks have been overwhelming for me. Not only did I have to face another year of not being able to tell my sister happy birthday (deceased), I just found out that I have a first cousin from my father’s side of the family who I have just come into contact with.

For those that don’t know, I’m a loner for a very good reason. I don’t know my family from my mother’s side because of her secrets and I don’t know family from my father’s side because he died a few years after I was born and my mother made it her mission to make sure I never knew anything about him or who was attached to him.

Long story short, my daughter took the ancestry DNA test and all this family she doesn’t know of which ended up being family from my father have surfaced and now want to meet and develop a relationship. What’s so crazy is that the family I always prayed for is surfacing and I’m not prepared at all!

Every painful memory of feeling alone and alienated because I had no family to identify with has floated to the surface and now, I must deal with the pain of never knowing who I was. I know. I know. I am a child of God. I get that, but when you had a childhood filled with secrets, lies and the absence of a family presence, you end up with an identity crisis and living a life that is empty and filled with pain.

Due to all this emotion, this darn anxiety is through the roof and I feel lost. I have so many questions. Will they reject me because I was the result of an affair? Or, will they embrace me because I am my father’s child? As I pursue this mission, I will continue to make great strides in embracing my new found family, trust that God’s timing is always the best time, and allow myself the time to feel and embrace every emotion that has surfaced so I can heal and embrace the meaning of what a family is.

Just Don’t Do It!

Yesterday’s high anxiety was off the roof. I couldn’t concentrate nor could I complete my school work. It was like a euphoric explosion going off in my mind. I thought about the million things I had to do then panic set in. I have to get this paper done, I need to show up for my business, I’m tired because I haven’t really slept in a few days, what if theses racing thoughts won’t let me complete the paper! After fixing dinner I sat down on the couch, covered my face and said “Alicia, you don’t have to do it if you can’t. Tomorrow is another day and things will be better.”

Ladies, you have control at all times. Yes, I know, anxiety takes our minds to a level that is so hard to bounce back from. When that happens, take back your control. Find a space where you can calm yourself and begin to redirect your thought process. Sounds so easy but yet so hard to do. I thought of a million scriptures to quote and none of them put me at ease. It wasn’t that God’s presence had left me or the scriptures don’t work, it was God teaching me to fight and to use the power that He has given me. After the melt down was over, I emailed my professor and told him that my paper would be late. 10 points off won’t hurt this perfectionist but allowing anxiety to control my life will.

I’m Living Again

Yesterday was the first time in years that I actually wanted to celebrate my birthday. Not that I never wanted to, it was that I always put time and effort into other people, then when it was my turn, the room was empty with only two or three faithful standing there to cheer me on. This year, I’ve learned to celebrate even if I had to do it by myself. I didn’t feel lonely nor did I feel empty inside. There was sort of a freedom knowing that when I want a victory party, I only invite those who deserve to come.

The lesson in the celabratory moment is this, there is a table between you and the one’s you love. On that table is what you bring and the other portion of the table is what they bring. If the table seems to only be filled with your love, support, and generosity with nothing in return from them, then its time to evaluate the table and think strongly about changing seats.