Battling with depression is not easy for me. Everyone leaves me whenever I am fighting my anxiety. I gain weight, I’m always awake, and my mind is always occupied with what if’s in life and questions. It’s tiring to take risks especially when you know that it’s the people close to you who make you feel like you can’t do it.
My best friend invited me to their church. And I found my comfort in them. To him, I take out all my grievances, my sadness. He never gets tired of listening to me. Last night I should have had nothing, last night should have been fine. But God is good, he gave a sign to me that I need someone to comfort me then when I heard His word that encourage me, I cried even more. It struck me even more that there are still people who want me to stay in the world. I’m not okay yet,
but I’ll try to be okay for the people who believe in and trust me.