The Hard Fight


I am not sure of the origin of this quote, but it describes my life right now. If I’m being honest, everything feels hard right now. This time last week I was  in an inpatient mental health facility because things had gotten so bad that I thought almost daily about ending my life. I even had a plan that I didn’t realize was so specific and actionable until I voiced it to my therapist during an appointment that was a true provision from the Lord, since I originally wasn’t even supposed to meet with him that day, but was able to because he had an unexpected opening in his schedule. Thanks to the Lord and my therapist’s intervention, I did not act on my plan but instead checked myself into Lakeside in Memphis last Tuesday. Admitting to the people in my life that I was there was incredibly hard, and I have battled a lot of shame and guilt about this. But it truly was what needed to happen, and I left Lakeside feeling better than when I entered. I had a lot of time there to focus on myself, and I learned some valuable lessons and processed some hard things. 

However, none of that fixed me. I still came home with depression. The only difference is that now I want to live, whereas before I was ready to give up. I was tired of fighting all the negative, intrusive thoughts swirling around in my head. I was tired of trying to fake it through the day. I was tired of feeling alone in my pain. I was tired, full stop. But when people are tired, they rest; they don’t give up on life. I am so thankful that I didn’t give up. 

One thing I realized while I was gone is that despite all my thoughts to the contrary, a lot of people love me. When I let my family and close friends and some people at church know about the situation, not once did anyone act with anything other than love, support, and care for me. I don’t know why this surprised me since I surround myself with awesome people, but I had believed the lie that I was alone and unloved for far too long. I found myself overcome and humbled by all the love being poured out on me, all the prayers being prayed for me. I realized that, as my pastor told me, people are with me and for me. What a blessing that has been to me!

This week my husband gave me a small gift. It’s a squishy boxing glove, and he got it so I will remember to keep fighting and never give up. It’s also a reminder that I am not alone and that I am loved.IMG_3783

The boxing glove is also a reminder that I need to choose my hard. Living with depression is hard. I don’t know when this cloud will lift. Everything requires tons of mental energy, and I am exhausted by the end of the day. Then I learned at Lakeside that I need to change a lot of things in order to help improve my mental health: my thought patterns, my coping mechanisms, my sleeping and eating habits. Add to that adjusting to new medications and just living life, and all of it feels completely overwhelming and hard, and I know it will be. But as hard as all the change will be, it will not be harder than how I have been living. I resisted going to Lakeside initially because I didn’t want to put my family through that and I didn’t know what it would be like, but I also realized that my family would rather me be gone for a week instead of being gone for the rest of their lives. Then going to Lakeside didn’t seem quite as hard (although it in fact was one of the most difficult things I have ever done). Learning to change will require work and diligence, but I know that by choosing this hard thing I will hopefully one day lay aside the other hard thing—depression. It may be hard, but hard is not impossible. I will keep telling myself this, day after day, moment by moment, choice by choice, until I believe it.

I told my therapist that he saved my life, and I truly believe that. I also believe that it was no coincidence that I got that therapy appointment when I did. No, that was an act of the God who loves me and sees me and cares for me, even when I think He is far away. He marks all of my tears and keeps them in a bottle (Psalm 556:8). He will not restrain his mercy from me but will preserve me with His steadfast love and faithfulness (Psalm 40:11). 

I don’t know why I have to walk this road, but I hope that the Lord will redeem this struggle and use it for His good and His glory. The story is still being written, and I look forward to seeing where it goes. If you are reading this and relate to it but don’t know what to do, please reach out. Don’t be silent. Don’t give up. Fight the hard fight. 

3 thoughts on “The Hard Fight

  1. I am so PROUD of you for writing this post! This is exactly what needs to be shared! I am tired of the taboos regarding mental health. When we hide these things, so often the $$ in charge is thankful to be able to slash mental health funding. When we share our stories, we are stronger than one and you are saving other lives as well!

    When I was in 11th grade, we saw the BIG symptoms of mania in full-swing. Wait…. scratch that…. we didn’t acknowledge that until I was 32 because of the stigma. No one wondered how I wrote flawless ten-page papers in an hour, and wrote fantastic college essays that made the admissions staff cry and give me full scholarships at every school…

    THEN, only a few weeks into college at UTK, it got BAD. We know NOW that it is Bipolar I with Psychotic Features and self-injury (cutting). After a ride in a police car to the ER, a doctor was stitching me up. I had a good gash on the left inside of my upper arm. The thing that struck me was when he asked, “why would such a beautiful girl like you do something like THIS?!?”

    I told him that he was clearly missing the point.

    I took an extremely short “vacation” at Vanderbilt psych, but signed out AMA because I was placed in pediatric psych (I was still going to be 17 for a WHILE!). The fact that they repeatedly mentioned that I was their first ever college student in that program just left me further isolated.

    I can understand how you felt. Depression can be tricky with the mind. It can take a perfectly fantastic human and turn them into a sad and miserable human that is just fighting to survive.

    A while back, after the diagnosis, I remember a doctor telling me, “be careful! Depression can trick you into wanting to end the misery. When mania pops back up, it gives you the strength to act on it!”

    From what I have read more about lately, it seems plenty of people with depression alone don’t need the budge. That also means that we don’t get that extra warning that things aren’t going well.

    I can empathize with the misery. I get it.

    I have also lost now 13 friends with CRPS due to suicide and “complications from illness.” Hmmm… not sure what that means…

    Please know that we love you, and I love you especially for being brave enough to write this story and put it out for the world to see!

    Love you!



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