The self loathing was a ‘beyond my control, caught in my throat’ kind of oppression. It led to the most emotionally excruciating pain I have ever experienced. The conversations in my mind were increasingly evil. So loud, yet they somehow made perfect sense to me.
I planned ways to die. I yearned deep in my soul to leave the pain behind forever. I saw no end in sight. I would hear a voice whisper with such evil force, “You are not worth anything.” That was an awful voice, but it was familiar.
Yet, I faintly heard another voice that never left me. Screaming, in the most comforting way, to help me.
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Originally posted on 40YearWanderer ~ ~ ~ Heather Mertens:
Depression. Oh the pain of heart pain. None to be equaled.
Depression is a very difficult subject to understand,
to live with,
to be around …
Do you ever stop and think about what in your life is a comfort that shouldn’t be?
Is there something that consumes your thoughts in such a way that you know it isn’t healthy or productive but you go there anyway?
BEWARE! That’s a trap. Beware because it can enslave you and affect everyone around you.
I know without a shadow of a doubt that the hole in your heart can only be successfully filled by One.
Let that hole be filled.
Fighting without God is like losing before you even start.
We were not made to be alone.
“Where can I go from your Spirit? Or where can I flee from your presence? If I ascend to heaven, you…
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