During a time of deep depression, I felt my life was purposeless and empty. In desperation (and having no idea how they could possibly help me), I turned to the spiritual leaders in my radical community. They told me my burden was now theirs.
I love the word prevail, especially when paired with peace. Knowing I can experience inner calm, even when chronic pain triggers anxiety, settles my soul.
Trauma belonged to others. I had experienced difficulties in my childhood, but I didn’t feel like I deserved that diagnosis when others had truly suffered.
Years of experience dealing with my spouse's depression and pastoral counsel have taught me how to love him well. Discover what I've learned.
