As some of you may know, I do a daily devotional each morning. I am currently following the book
21 Days Closer to Christ by Emily Freeman (she was a speaker at the Time out for Women I went to. I really liked her, so I bought her book!). This is really a fantastic book for a personal study time. She writes a chapter, and then extends an invitation to read and study for yourself in specific scriptures. Then you have the journey-- specific things to do that day to try to become closer to your Savior.
Today, she talked about Christ being "The Light of the World," and our invitation was to reflect about Isaiah 50:10-11-- how following our OWN light instead of the light of the Savior brings us sorrow. During the journey section, I was to think about ways I have learned to trust Him and ways that I have been able to turn to the Lord for direction and support. It was a very insightful journey. But afterwards, it says to SHARE this information with someone who is struggling. And I have to share TODAY. Well, I don't really know who is struggling. I also doubt I will leave my house today : ). So I thought, "how can I share this?" Well of course Pamela! Share it where you share everything else-- the blog! So here goes (keep in mind, this is personal for me and I'm not very good at sharing things like that, so be nice!):
As I reflect on my life, the times I have been most in despair are usually during financial crises. My family was never well off. So when I went away to college, I was on my own (keep in mind I went from Alabama to Idaho not knowing a soul and having no one there I could turn to). I did have a scholarship and
pell grant and I worked part time, but somehow I always seemed to just scrape by. My junior year, I had a few health issues. I kept passing out and the doctors weren't sure why. They ran test after test and sent me to doctor after doctor. I missed quite a bit of school and work and also ran up a huge medical bill because my lovely (sarcasm) school insurance didn't cover everything. I wasn't sure what to do to get out of this problem. Debt has a way of eating a hole in you and sitting in your mind and just always being THERE. You worry about it A LOT. But each time this happened, the Lord sent me help. Whether it be an aunt deciding to send me money that week, or my mom having a little she could spare, or even
anonymous donors at my school donating money to me, I always ended up having enough money to pay those bills and to actually be able to make it financially. I can't tell you how many times someone was there to help me. This is something that really taught me to trust in the Lord. I know now that the Savior will never "leave me hanging." I may be really worried and struggle for a while, but in the end it will always work out.
Fast forward to being pregnant with Max (and this is the really personal story). I have always been a very cheerful, happy person, but while I was pregnant with Max I was pretty depressed. I worried over everything and every single thing bothered me and I blew it all out of proportion. I had Max and was so much happier. I thought the depression was over. But a couple of months after Max was born, we ran into some more financial difficulty. This was entirely of our own making, but it still really bothered me. I was also stressed out having two babies. It was so hard to take care of a crying newborn when I had a needy toddler wanting attention as well. On top of all of that, I was just depressed. Depression doesn't need a reason to come. And when it comes, it hits you hard. I really spiraled downhill. I would cry for HOURS and not even really have a reason behind the tears. If we received a bill in the mail, it would bring tears. If Max took only a short nap, I would be crying. I hated every single thing about myself. It was such a horrible, black time. Not only did I have the tears, I also starting thinking very dark thoughts. I would lie in bed at night and look out my window at the balcony and think, "I wonder if I just jumped off, what would happen?" I was too afraid to do it, because I was afraid I would just injure myself and I wanted MORE. There was one night Austin and I got in an argument (can you imagine what a hard time this was for him too?), and I stormed out of the house. I made my way to the pool. There was a family there, and I just sat waiting for them to leave so I could be done with it all. The only thing that saved me this time was worrying about what my children would do without a mom. The last straw came was when a bill collector actually called our house. I locked myself in the bathroom, picked up a razor, and hoped I would be "brave" enough to be able to end this. All of a sudden I looked down and realized what I was doing. I ran out of the bathroom, sobbing, and threw myself on Austin's lap. I was horrified and I knew that I needed help. I called my parents and told them what had happened. This made things even worse (sorry mom), because my mom thought it was a case of needing to "pray more" or "read my scriptures more." Those are good things, but that wasn't really helpful at the time. But Heavenly Father sent me to a blog of a friend in the ward. She too was going through severe depression and talked about it and her journey on a blog. I e-mailed her, and she said "Get help now!" With her help and the help of my wonderful husband, I finally got to a doctor. Dr. E stayed with me for over an HOUR at that appointment. He talked to me and gave me advice and also gave me some
meds to help regulate my hormones (who knew that 2 babies in 15 months could actually knock your hormones so out of
wack it would leave you with depression? Apparently doctors know that! ha ha). He told me how important it was to always take my medicine, but also to exercise, eat right, and get enough sleep. But also, because he is
LDS, he recommended plenty of scripture study (both alone and with Austin), prayer, and spiritual help. To make a long story short, within a week of starting my medication, I was back to normal. I felt happy again! Now I can look back to those days of darkness, and I cannot believe it got that bad so quickly. I cannot believe where my thoughts were taking me. This was not the real me-- this was someone who really was having a chemical melt-down and needed medication to straighten it all out. I could not have gotten back to normal without medicine. To any of you who think medication for depression is dumb and useless and you must not be doing all of the "Sunday School answers", you haven't ever faced it! But I wouldn't have found this out without the help of others. I was truly blessed to have the Lord put so many people in my path to help me. How blessed I am to also have my sweet little babies because I honestly believe I would have let something bad happen to me if I didn't have the thought of them in my mind the whole time.
The point of all of this (I told you it was serious and personal, *shudder, I can't believe I went into all of this!), is that I have gone down the road of despair. I have been through some of the darkest days imaginable. But each time the Lord, who definitely is the LIGHT of the world, sent someone to help pull me back. With these experiences, I know with full and complete trust that the Lord is there to help us and he WILL help us.
After these experiences, I have learned even more how important it is to work to strengthen ourselves during the good times. Now it is so important for me to have personal scripture study (my daily devotionals) and also to study at night with Austin. I have gained so much insight during these times. We have been reading Conference talks every Sunday night. I am getting so much strength out of this (seriously though, I'm not sure how the general authorities found out all about me and why they decided, out of all the people in the world, that they needed to direct each and every talk to me!). I draw closer to my Savior through Family Home Evenings when we work to teach
Makenna gospel principles. I am drawing closer to my Savior through personal prayer and family prayer. I know that when we prepare ourselves, like I said, in the "good" times, the Lord will definitely help
deliver us from the "bad" times. I can trust, 100%, in Him because I have had these experiences.
*Okay, disclaimer. I am so not good at sharing "real" things. I can share pictures of the kids and lighthearted stories, but I really struggle at getting personal and serious. I have tried my best to express my feelings today in this blog post. I'm sorry if it's TOO personal or if I didn't come across how I wanted. I am VERY nervous about publishing this, but I truly hope that the Spirit can touch you if you are struggling in anyway! If you need help through your own dark times, trust in the Light of the World. But you can also come to me; the Lord puts people in our paths to serve as His servants in doing His work. : )