My heavy feet took one slow step at a time from my bed to the bathroom. It seemed like a weight was on my back when I tried to stand up straight to see myself in the mirror. My pale face made me feel so empty. When I reached for the make-up bag, my hands were light and moved slowly.
Days were dragging and sleepless nights kept me tangled up. My new boss was waiting to have a meeting with me. I wanted to look my best so she wouldn’t see a tired face. I needed my make-up to perform magic.
Dear Readers to read more please join us today with my blogging friend Tonya. She so kindly has asked and encouraged me to share my testimony about depression. I am humbled that she so graciously accepted me and my story. With no passing judgments toward me, she lovingly has posted my testimony. We both pray for our readers that they will be encouraged and blessed.
Depression is scary and hard. So many people suffer alone. If you are reading this post today and you struggle with depression, please know that there is another side to depression. God loves you too much to leave you there. Sometimes depression can seem to be the deepest and darkest place ever. And sometimes one fears that there is no escape. I understand how you feel.
For the second part of my story please click on the following link.
part one can also be found from the above link if you missed it