A Christian Walk With Anxiety & Depression

If you asked anyone who knew me, some of the adjectives they’d use to describe me would probably be “outgoing”, “cheerful”, “positive”, “friendly,” and other words that make me seem like the nicest and most approachable person on the planet. The girl who is always full of smiles, extends help whenever possible, laughs way too loudly at lame jokes and is wonderfully loved by most around her.

Which is also why whenever my smile fades and I look down for a little, people start asking me, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” To which my answer is always, “Yeah I’m fine just really tired.”

The truth is, I’m not okay. It’s not a face I put when I’m upset. It’s a default emotion that my body turns back to whenever I fail to engage this program in my brain called “Smile”. I’m not always happy and most of the time I’m in a down mood. The “sad” face that I put on is the face that I wear every single day when I’m away from the eyes of those I know: when I’m alone on the bus, when I’m in the comfort of my home, and sometimes (if not most of the time), in school during lessons and having lunch too. I could be laughing like crazy and enjoying company in general, yet the next minute I’m in a bathroom stall with trembling hands and tears that I can’t control.

Friends, don’t get me wrong. Sometimes when I don’t smile as much or appear as happy as I am in front of you, let me assure you it’s not that you’re boring me or I don’t like you. I promise, it’s not you, it’s me. And most of the time when I’m a little more down in front of you, it probably also means that I feel more natural around you. It’s more likely that I’m concealing my emotions when I’m in a constantly happy mode.

I have anxiety, I get panic attacks, I have constant bouts of depression which makes me moody and have breakdowns, and all of the above mostly leads to insomnia. Panic can hit in the worst times. Sometimes when I’m alone, but other times that are more inconvenient such as when I’m eating, out with company, or one of the worst experiences is having a panic attack in the middle of church service itself.

Usually how I’d deal with the panic is that I’d excuse myself for 15-20min, and just breathe and allow the feeling to pass. Contrary to popular belief, panic and anxiety is not just in the head. They have physical symptoms such as highly increased heart rate, sweating, having that sick feeling in your gut, and sometimes the bad ones can make me slightly dizzy and disoriented. When panic sets in it’s like a machinery with the gears kicking in, setting all the physical symptoms running, and eventually will lead to bouts of uncontrollable and unreasonable sobbing. It passes as quickly as it sets in. The worst part is being stuck in a situation where I cannot find a retreat and have to maintain my composure and smile while fighting the physical and mental symptoms within.

I couldn’t come to terms with it, and even till today sometimes I can’t accept it. I can’t count the number of times I’ve curled up in my own bed wide awake in the middle of the night sobbing uncontrollably for hours and thinking how absolutely disgusting I was; the number of times I’ve held a knife to my wrist and sometimes my throat; the number of times my brain repeatedly told itself that I was a freak and will always be one. It’s been this way for almost two years now, and it doesn’t seem to be getting any better.

I considered seeking professional help, perhaps take medication if it would make me better. I’ve tried sleeping pills and antidepressants, but they make me feel unnatural and stoned. Sleeping pills also screw up my body clock and cause me to be even less productive than usual.

For those who, at this point, say that I should get help and confide in a friend, should know that I’ve tried. Sadly, not many remember and even lesser care. Some just think that it’s a “self-pity zone” that I need to get out of. I mean, just trust in the Lord right? If I keep suffering through this I obviously have no faith and haven’t prayed enough. Some of the mocking answers are probably worse than the struggle itself.

If someone has cancer, nobody would pray harder than the victims themselves. Why? Simply because they want more than anyone else to be freed from this suffering. Personality wise I am a strong-willed person, I’m passionate about things and I love the thrill and excitement of a fulfilled life. If you think about it logically, why wouldn’t I, of all people, want to get out of this the most? If there was a method to stop those crying bouts and deal with anxiety attacks, I’d follow in a heartbeat. I prayed and begged and cried many many times for God to take this away from me. I absorbed every Word that pastors preached about anxiety, depression and fear. Fear is not given by God and I knew. I went down and asked to be prayed for when there was a chance, but healing never came. If I’d wanted attention, I’d tell the world and act like the most depressed person in the room, yet because I know that I had to overcome my wallowing self and pluck myself up and learn how to enjoy the worship and fellowship of the Lord in my suffering, against my illogical thoughts I willed myself to be happy.

Indeed, the joy of the Lord is my strength.

Slowly I began to come to the conclusion that there was nothing wrong with me suffering with depression and anxiety, because suffering is what humans do. People suffer from heartbreaks, diseases, debts, dysfunctional families, and many of these definitely include Christians too. It’s not a mistake or a lack of faith that’s the reason why people suffer. In John 9:1-12, Jesus healed a man that was born blind. The disciples asked who was the one who sinned, looking for someone to blame, yet Jesus gives no reason whatsoever behind the suffering, but simply proclaims that this man’s suffering is to bring glory to God Himself.

Isn’t it true in Christianity sometimes that we’re all looking for someone or something to blame? We didn’t pray, didn’t fast, didn’t come for service, didn’t do enough good, yet how wonderful is the news that Jesus looks past all those things and says that instead of having a reason why we are suffering, our suffering is the reason God will be glorified.

I suffer. Yes. I 100% believe in healing and know that Jesus has taken my iniquities and is faithful to me, but in my own devotion to Him I also know that even if it doesn’t happen, the very fact that He is my Lord and Savior will never change.

So how is it like having depression as a Christian? It’s like a constant three-part battle within my soul. Every single day, anxiety keeps me worried about all the things I need to do, depression whispers to me about how disgusting and worthless I am, then faith keeps me reminded that God is sovereign, and I survive another day.

Sometimes in my bouts of depression, I shut the world off, and sometimes I shut God off too. I curl up feeling absolutely blank and empty, crying and entertaining the worst possible thoughts about myself. Yet even in my enclosed and shut off state, God’s presence gently knocks and amidst the whirling storm of self-deprecation, His small voice reminds me that He’s here. In that moment I needed nothing more, but the assuring comfort of being able to cry in His arms like a child in her Father’s hands. Some days I could spend days and days never being able to feel God’s presence, but yet the only thing that kept me going was my purpose in His ministry.

I still struggle – every single day. But this struggle taught me how to lean on God’s strength, to experience His perfect love on a whole other level, to see that people will not be able to understand, but God can. Even if I struggle with this my whole life, I know that I have an eternity of freedom in Him.

I told myself one thing that no external help has told me: that it’s okay if I remain this way. My purpose stands and His promise remains. People disappoint, but God doesn’t. He is faithful even if we’re screwed up and feel like a huge freak. The greatest news is not that God is a blesser, a healer, a provider, or any of that, but the simple fact that His grace is more than sufficient for us.

All that endures is His love.


8 thoughts on “A Christian Walk With Anxiety & Depression”

  1. I really feel for you. I have a son who has a chemical imbalance and lives a life of being haunted by voices that would degrade and bring him down. Lies that become his reality and exhaust him. But he is brave, and a good Christian, like you ! Also trusting God for his complete healing. He is on good medication that helps him to keep an even temperament and a balanced life. There is hope, and there is help. If it gets to much for you, seek out the right help, the right diagnosis, and medication that will help the situation. Loved the honesty of your post, well written.

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  2. I don’t share your faith but I do share your depression & anxiety. I also felt resigned to feeling that way, that I just wasn’t going to be “normal” or happy like other people. I’ve been on meds & in therapy every few years – it would help for a while and then I’d feel healed & stop meds & therapy and eventually relapse. The most recent bout with it, I found the right psychiatrist who has worked with me to find meds that work without making me feel like a zombie. She also recommended a therapist who focuses on cognitive behavior therapy which has helped me enormously – it’s a lot different from traditional talk therapy. Don’t give up; you won’t always feel like you do during the worst times. You can and will find a path to feeling better; keep looking for the right one for you. ❤

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    1. Although we don’t share the same faith but I believe we just need to be more human and empathetic at the end of the day. Sometimes I get so annoyed when people tell me to turn to medication but not knowing how disoriented meds makes you feel. It feels weird constantly feeling like we’e not “normal” and “happy” but I guess it’s part of the package that we just gotta keep going on. Thank you for you open sharing and encouragement!


      1. Yes, I agree about being human & being more empathetic, though I’ve found that some people have real difficulty with empathy. I also get annoyed when people hear some of my story and ask “Have you tried ____?” I know they’re just trying to help, but yes, I have tried just about everything. What works for one person might not work for someone else – that’s the tricky thing with anxiety & depression: there’s no one-size-fits-most cure, you just have to keep trying until you find the right thing/combination of things. I just wanted to give you some (more) hope, I guess – you won’t always feel like this/that, better times are coming.


  3. Silent suffering is the worst, especially because it’s so hidden from the world, and not, like you said, cancer. I love how you tied it to God’s strength though. We’re all in this together, even if God won’t take it away from us, he will help us through it! Praying! ❤


  4. You nailed it! Yes, this! It is exactly like living with anxiety and depression feels. A battle. Every. Single. Day. So done with this. But it does not go away. As you said, “if I keep suffering through this I obviously have no faith and haven’t prayed enough.” We both know now that is a lie from the pit of hell planted into our brain. Sometimes from the mouths of others.

    Yes, to leaning *into* it. Yes, letting it be OK to not be the same as others. Or as we *think* others are. (I no longer believe anyone is “normal” meaning without problems. We after all are fallen people living in a fallen world.)

    Even with God, it is hard at times. But not all the time. And that is OK. I would never deem to say what may or may not work for you or ‘have you tried….’ because it doesn’t matter. I been on the receiving end of those thoughts too often.

    I can say, I have lived there at the corner of streets A&D for years. Still do. Yes C.B.T. has helped replace some “stinkin thinkin” with healthier brain tapes. Yes, the medication is necessary – for me at this point – and may be necessary for a long time – may be forever. But that is OK. I no longer judge that. I use insulin and it has saved my life every day.

    For me, I felt great relief after reading a book called “Highly Sensitive People”. It explained so much of what makes walking this life hard. Difficulties I thought were only mine, were confirmed within the book. The book helped me realize why some people – me – *feel more* than others. It is how we are wired. Pain whether physical or mental is a type of suffering that is unique for each person. The “scale of pain” is highly subjective. People feel pain differently – Drs. know that.

    My bottom line: I know who completed my wiring, (Psalm 139:13-16) and though I do still live with these conditions – I have found where my acceptance and hope lies.

    Thank you for the post. The honesty. The perseverance and encouragement. ❤


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