This last week I had several moments of anxiety and I’ve felt so overwhelmed. I have been super weepy and easily irritated. I told my mom that I felt like I’ve hit a wall.
According to internet idiom sites, “hitting a wall” is to become completely exhausted, fatigued, or worn out. By that definition, I truly have hit a wall this week…at work, in finding a church, with my knee diagnosis, with family dynamics, and with coordinating schedules.
I’m anxious. I know I’m not alone. Anxiety is an issue for several people, but I’m seeing more and more people talking about their mental health issues. It’s important for us to recognize that God has always been concerned about every aspect of our lives, which includes our mental health.
Even King David experienced anxiety. In Psalm 94:19, he wrote, “When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought me joy.” David’s heart was overwhelmed, just as mine has been this week. David expressed confidence in God and choose to find joy and peace.
As I continue to walk through this week of ‘hitting the wall,’ I take comfort in knowing that there is noting that God doesn’t already know. And there is comfort in knowing He is always available for me in times of need. His Word provides the comfort when I can’t find comfort myself. In John 16:33 God told us “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”
This assurance helps me know that through His victory, we can claim victory over all anxiety.
I may have hit the wall, but soon I’ll either go through it…or around it. With God’s help.
There’s this moment where you feel as if you’re the only one that has ever gone through this. And that moment lasts for days, weeks, maybe months. No one ever talks about it. Maybe because you feel it’s not your story to tell. Maybe because you feel embarrassed. Maybe because you’re afraid you’ll be judged. But those thoughts couldn’t be further from the truth. So here I am, ready to break this stigma wide open, because it needs to be done. Particularly in the Christian community. And I share it with the full support of Peyton.
On March 6th of this year, my sweet Peyton tried to kill herself. Even writing it now makes me cry. I never thought I’d be the parent who wrote those words. But my daughter was so overwhelmed that she felt like the best option was to go to sleep and never wake up. So she filled her small hand with pills, downed them with a glass of water and laid down.
She has absolutely zero recollection of waking up about an hour later. She has no memory of trying to go to the bathroom and talking to us…or attempting to. She doesn’t recall the next hour of her dad and I trying to talk to her, putting her in the shower to see if she would be coherent, and us searching her room for the alcohol or drugs we were sure we would find.
We thought she was drunk or high. She’d sleep it off. While I was going through her phone to see how she’d gotten the stuff, I made the single biggest mistake I think I’ll ever make in my life. I opened her phone’s internet browser and I saw her search history, “How much amitriptyline do I take to overdose.” And I thought, “WHAT A RANDOM THING TO LOOK UP. NOT MY KID.” If it had been a neon sign, it would’ve blinded me and I still don’t think I would’ve acknowledged it. Instead, I just kept looking for where she got the alcohol or drugs.
She laid in the living room on the couch asleep while I laid down on the love seat beside her, checking her throughout the night.
When she woke up the next morning, she was completely disoriented and didn’t understand why she was in the living room. I looked at her and asked if she felt ok. She said yes and just sat there for a moment before she looked up at me with tears in her eyes.
“Can I tell you something without you getting mad?”
I said, “Tell me.”
“I tried to kill myself last night.” And she started to cry.
What we had witnessed was my daughter’s body reacting to an overdose. Miraculously, despite my willful ignorance to her Google search, she survived.
When you’re going through a tremendously painful time like an attempted suicide, you’re not really sure who to call or talk to. Which one of your friends will understand? Who is going to judge you or your kid? Who’s going to pray, and not just pray in passing but pray the host of heaven down on your child to heal her physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually? Who’s going to treat your child differently? Who’s going to treat YOU differently?
There’s such a stigma attached to mental health and it can feel embarrassing. But as Chris and I walked through the next 6 days of a trip to the ER followed by some inpatient time for Peyton on an adolescent psychiatric unit, we found out we weren’t the only ones. We knew a surprising number of people who did or were going through the exact thing we were.
It’s been two months since her attempt, and it’s been a process to work through healing for her as well as for us. We find that the more candid we are with Peyton about what happened and what her feelings are currently, the more she feels ok to open up when she struggles. We can’t put her in a protective bubble (which, believe me, I’d love to do) but we can ensure that we’re walking WITH her during this. She now knows that she’s not alone in this fight because her entire family is here to fight with her. In turn, this has allowed her to be very open about her mental health and attempted suicide with others. She wants to know that her miraculous gift of failure in that attempt will help someone reach out before their attempt is a permanent consequence.
My walk with God is even more important than just walking with Peyton. As a Christian mother, I know that God is bigger than trauma, than hurts, than depression. He is bigger than the lies the devil tells her.
These two verses are ones that I’ve held strong to since March.
“When you pass through the waters I will be with you;
And through the rivers, they will not overflow you.
When you walk through the fire, you will not be scorched,
Nor will the flame burn you.” –Isaiah 43:2
“These things I have spoken to you, so that in Me you may have peace. In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world.” –John 16:33
I know that God is with us. He sees her and He loves her. And though there is a fight going on in her head and in her heart, He has not left her to fight this alone. In fact, He wishes to fight on her behalf. He wants to fight on my behalf. I praise God that even though the world is often too invested in ‘self,’ He is invested in US.
If you are struggling with this in your home, please, I beg you, know that you are not alone. Not only do you have a Heavenly Father who is 100% for you, you have friends here at the Iron Porch who understand and have walked in this valley, as well. There is no judgment here. There is no stigma here. There is the love of a Savior and friends who stand with you.
**If you or someone you know is struggling with thoughts of suicide or self-harm, please contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255.**
I tend to write about the season of life I’m in. Today is no different. This week, I’ve reached the pit of despair. I have been beyond grateful that I have been surrounded by Christian friends who have lifted myself and my family up in prayer…who have made dinner or fed my pups (you rock, Emily). I have always trusted in God to see me through, but this week has truly been the toughest week of my life. And while I’ve had to put my faith in God, it’s been something I’ve literally been forced into doing. Nothing I can do can create the outcome I desire. It is solely in the hands of the Father.
As I’ve struggled these last few days, I’ve thought about what I can do to help me remember to lift my eyes to Him. I’ve poured Christian music into my car, my house, my headphones at work. I’m listening to anything that reminds me that He is the Waymaker (Thanks, Kim, for that song) and whatever glorifies the Creator of my family. I’ve been praying nonstop…I have taken the verse, “Pray without ceasing,” and have put it into action. I have dozens of prayer warriors interceding on my behalf, praying at different times throughout the day. I’ve stayed in my Bible, reading anything in there. It doesn’t matter to me what passage I’m reading. I just want to be reading God’s Word because it a Living Book. And I read it out loud. There is no room for satan and his attacks on my family.
Tonight, I read a passage of scripture that felt like the Holy Spirit was speaking directly to me…
“Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord and whose trust is the Lord. For he will be like a tree planted by the water, that extends its roots by a stream and will not fear when the heat comes; but its leaves will be green and it will not be anxious in a year of drought nor cease to yield fruit.” –Jeremiah 17:7-8
Because I trust in the Lord, because I have no choice but to trust in the Lord, as the heat of despair comes at me full force, I’m still being nourished. In this moment of drought, God still sustains me. Praise Him for His everlasting grace and faithfulness to a woman who doesn’t deserve it.
I encourage you, dear friends, those who are in this season of despair, to be comforted by the words of God. I pray that you know that you are not fighting alone.
If you have something you would like us to pray for, please message us or leave it in the comments below. Iron Porch would be honored to be a prayer warrior on your behalf.
Last Wednesday, I felt insignificant. Cue the “oh whoa is me” Eeyore type of background music.
There’s been countless times in my life when I’ve felt so insignificant. Sometimes it’s been in relationship to nature. For instance, I’ve felt particularly insignificant standing in front of Niagara Falls, staring up the trunk of the Redwoods, or at the edge of the Grand Canyon. There are other times it’s been in relationship to others. For instance, I distinctly remember being overlooked for selection on a team in 7th grade gym class or the feeling of insignificance while working at Labor & Delivery while struggling with my own infertility journey.
Part of my reaction in feeling insignificant comes from not being grounded in the truth of just how significant I am to our God. Our loving Father did not create us to have a feeling of insignificance when standing near His creation. Nor did he intend for us to have negative feelings about ourselves through comparing ourselves to others.
As I contemplated insignificance this week, I read Chapter 40 of the book of Job. Interestingly enough, I’m really struggling with reading Job for my one-year Bible reading plan because it seems so “Debbie-Downer” in its wording.
However, the Job reading today caught my attention pretty quickly. Job actually tells God exactly what I was feeling on Wednesday!
“Behold, I am insignificant; what can I say in response to You? I put my hand on my mouth.” ~Job 40:4 (NASB)
God’s response made me giggle, especially because I was reading a Christian Standard Bible at the time. “Get ready to answer me like a man; When I question you, you will inform me.” Job 40:7 (CSB) For comparison, here is the NASB version of the same verse. “Now tighten the belt on your waist like a man; I will ask you, and you instruct Me.” Job 40:7 (NASB)
Answer me like a man? Tighten your belt like a man? That’s God’s response to saying “I feel insignificant”?!?!?! This simple phrase, which did make me laugh, is a strong reminder that expressing to God my feeling of insignificant could be seen as a child-like response. He wants us to be mature in our relationship to Him and with that maturity comes acknowledgment and embracing the significance He has on His children.
Further down in verses 10-12, we see God go one step further in instructing us about that significance. “Adorn yourself with pride and dignity, and clothe yourself with honor and majesty. Let out your outbursts of anger, and look at everyone who is arrogant, and humble him. Look at everyone who is arrogant and humble him, and trample down the wicked where they stand.” Job 40:10-12 (NASB)
Ladies, let’s take off the cloak of insignificance this week and remember that God has such plans for our lives. He’s told us to adorn ourselves as significant with pride, dignity, honor, and majesty. Now we just have to do it…
I’m praying for a week of significance for each of us!
(*I have been given permission to share this personal story in the hope that others might let go of the stigma behind mental health issues.)
My daughter, Peyton, texted me the other day begging to come home. She didn’t want to be at school and felt overwhelmed. Her depression was hitting a low and she was really struggling. To make matters worse, she had been confiding in a friend about the struggle on the bus when another girl, overhearing, leaned over and made a comment that she’d noticed something was wrong because it looked like she hadn’t brushed her hair in a few days. It felt like a gut punch.
I encouraged her to tough it out at least until lunch and if she was still struggling she could give me a call. The call came as soon as lunch began. She drove herself home and walked into my office. I asked her if she was ok, and she broke down in tears, “I’m so tired of feeling like this, mom. I just want to feel better.” As I hugged her, I told her over and over again that she would get through this. We would walk with her in this and that it was ok to feel like this right now.
The diagnosis doesn’t fall far from the tree. I was diagnosed with depression in my 20’s and have worked through the same kinds of feelings for 20+ years. I’ve learned that with medication and appropriate techniques, I can manage the symptoms and work through the ups and downs. I’m not ashamed of it. It’s just part of who I am. But over the years, I’ve had to learn to figure out how to take those lows and channel them into leaning into my Creator.
More often than not, when I’m in the mire of an episode I’m not thinking, “Take this to God.” I’m thinking how horrible this feeling is, how overwhelmed I am, how can I make this feeling go away. I want to hole myself up in a dark room under the covers. Sleep the day away.
But none of those solutions are really solutions at all. One of the first things I should be doing is calling out to my Protector and asking Him to cover me. It’s something I’ve had to train myself to do. It absolutely does NOT come naturally. But when I purposely call attention to God, I allow myself permission to stop trying to control what I can’t control and give it to Him to take on. Here are a few verses that help me when this happens.
“Answer me quickly, Lord, my spirit fails; do not hide Your face from me, or I will be the same as those who go down in the pit. Let me hear Your faithfulness in the morning, for I trust in You; teach me the way in which I should walk; for to You I lift up my soul. Save me, Lord, from my enemies; I take refuge in You.” –Psalm 143:7-9
“Come to Me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” –Matthew 11:28
“He will cover you with His pinions, and under His wings you may take refuge; His faithfulness is a shield and wall.” –Psalm 91:4
When I pray on these verses and ask God to help me through the depression or anxiety, it allows me to recognize that my hope is in God, that He knows exactly what’s happening, and that He’s walking with me through it. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m in the middle of a depression cycle. But it changes who I rely on in that cycle—HIM!
I encourage you, dear friends, if you struggle with depression or anxiety to know and understand that you are not alone. God is there beside you, fighting the fight. And you have friends here at the Iron Porch who support you, too!
In the last two months, I’ve started incorporating mindfulness exercises into my daily life in an effort to battle anxiety and depression. Mindfulness exercises are 3-5 blips where you deliberately concentrate on an activity through assessing your senses, emotions, or memories.
For instance, you could do a “mindful listening” exercise where you put on classical music and then concentrate on only listening for the violin. One that I really liked was the “mindful eating” challenge, where you take your favorite flavored skittle and really concentrate on eating that one skittle for the 3-5 minutes. For me, it was the purple skittle, which was a walk down memory lane of my childhood with grape Hubba-Bubba gum.
This last Saturday I tried the “mindful walking” exercise while hiking with the 3-month-old puppy. The task during the walk is to concentrate on the aspects of the walk for 3-5 minutes. The crunch of dried sticks and leaves under my hiking boots. The shimmer of sunbeams coming through the trees. The tug on my wrist from the puppy’s leash. The rustle of leaves in the wind. The coolness of the creek as it splashes on my shins as I cross a stone bridge. The smell of water-moss-mud on the creek beds. The tension in my quads from climbing inclines.
For the first time, I also incorporated scripture in the mindful walking because scripture actually tells us to be mindful and meditate on what God has provided for us (including the nature found during a hike).
It seemed appropriate to start with Psalm 145:5 (NET) which states “I will focus on your honor and majestic splendor, and your amazing deeds.” In the NKJV of the same verse, it states, “I will meditate on the glorious splendor of Your majesty, and on Your wondrous works.”
Keeping in mind the scriptural guidance of focusing on the splendor of God and meditating on His wondrous works, brought a whole new level to the mindful walking exercise!
The tug of the puppy’s leash doesn’t just become a sensation of my arm, it becomes gratitude that God created this puppy and that the puppy is part of our family. The rustling of the wind in the treetops doesn’t just become a wonderous noise in the background, it becomes a reminder of God’s faithfulness to give me shade from those treetops and a cool breeze on my sweaty brow.
I wasn’t just centering myself in an exercise to control my anxiety…I was actually acknowledging God’s abundant gifts that are literally all around us! I was following the direction in Psalm 96:12 (NET) “Let the fields and everything in them celebrate. Then let the trees of the forest shout with joy.”
A mindful exercise that is full of celebration and joy! I hope this next week is mindful for you too!
I have been in a crazy-spiral for the last two weeks. I’ve been feeling anxious, depressed, and disengaged. I want to sleep or eat all the time. I don’t want to converse with people. Or the opposite…I want to fight & argue with people (**insert public apology to my husband and son).
In a casual conversation I was having with someone last week (**please, refer to the last paragraph where I admitted I didn’t want to talk to people), she told me that my “funk” just needed to be turned over to God. I needed to pray about it, give it to God, and move on with life knowing that He would take care of all those worries.
Ummmm, hello ‘Linda,’ I know that. (**for the record, her name isn’t Linda, but I often use that name as a substitute when trying to protect the innocent).
I know I should pray about it and turn it over to God. The truth of the matter is that there are other things that I need to do for my mental health too. I need to take long deep breaths. I need to exercise and eat right. I need a long bubble bath. I need to journal. I need to speak to a therapist or counselor. I need a little white pill. All of that, in addition to praying and taking it to our Father.
This woman was trying to be helpful. She was trying to remind me to take the issues to God. The reality is that this woman’s words were hurtful. She made me feel like I hadn’t already discussed this with God…and if I had, then I wasn’t doing it right if it wasn’t resolved.
Within Christian circles, there is often a stigma associated with mental health assistance. I needed help these last two weeks. Yet, some Christians around me were thinking that I just need to pray. I did pray. But for these last two weeks that wasn’t enough.
I believe whole-heartedly in the power of prayer for healing and changing lives. I also believe in seeking help holistically or through modern medicine. I think there is value in combining these approaches and I think that each person will find what combo works best for them.
If someone breaks their leg, we pray for their healing. However, we’d be appalled if we heard that they were at their home setting the break themselves with just an herbal tea for pain management. We have an expectation that for physical health, we’d combine prayer, modern medicine, and potentially holistic medicine.
Why don’t we extend that grace to mental health, as well?
As Christians, we are doing a disservice to those with mental health illness when we have a judgmental attitude or if we are superficially saying that prayer alone will fix these issues. Prayer alone may work for someone. However, if they need more tangible help of medication or therapy sessions, then we should support and encourage those steps too.
I promise it’s okay to do the combo. I also promise you aren’t alone. There are plenty of us rocking on the porch trying to figure out our combinations.
“Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”
I can’t even imagine some of the battles that women face daily.
I can’t imagine being in an abusive relationship. I can’t imagine being homeless. I can’t imagine being an unwed mother. I can’t imagine another broken heart.
And yet, I can relate.
I can’t imagine being a drug addict. I can’t imagine contemplating suicide. I can’t imagine choosing which bills to cover. I can’t imagine constant depression.
And yet, I can relate.
I can relate because I’ve seen other women battle those demons. Often the battles that one woman faces, impacts the battles of another woman.
There is a young lady that I love very much. She struggles with drugs, with mental health, and with self-worth. She’s so smart, so beautiful, and so loved. But she doesn’t always see that because of the demons that she battles.
Her mama worries about her constantly. She’s had to bail her out of jail. She’s had to draw hard lines between support and not becoming co-dependent. This mama is so smart, so beautiful, and so loved. But she doesn’t always see it because of the demons she battles.
This girl could be anyone’s daughter. This mama could be anyone’s friend.
These two women aren’t just anyone’s daughter or friend. She’s is my step-daughter from a previous marriage and I consider her mom a friend.
I worry about them both. When I don’t hear from my step-daughter for weeks, I message her mom. And then I hold my breath, praying that the answer is not “jail, hospital, or morgue.”
Here are three women – a gal in her twenties, and her mom and step-mom. All meshed together by the strings of our heart, all facing battles that are interwoven. Battles that are faced alone and together. Battles laced with worry.
Jesus told us in Luke 12:25 (NIV), “Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life?”
I hear you Jesus. I should stop worrying. And yet the human condition often prevails…and we worry, we doubt, we seek other refuge, we become anxious, and often we forget that Jesus can handle all of the battles.
When I find myself worrying about these two women, I simply pray. Usually, I have distinct prayers of request for their particular situations. Sometimes, I tell God that I don’t know the scenarios, but I need Him to intervene on their behalf. Occasionally, I simply request for Him to take away my own anxiety and worry over them.
When you have battles to fight; pray. When you notice other women fighting battles; pray. When your battles overlap with others; pray. We aren’t going to add any time to our lives, but we certainly can turn over the anxiety and worry to the Lord.
Each one of us is smart, beautiful, and so loved. Let’s see those attributes past the battles.
“Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful.” ~Colossians 3:15 (NIV)