Light at the End of the Tunnel
Depression. It is a stranger to me. Anxiety? That is a different story.
On Saturday, I had a slight headache. But then I realized the headache was not the only problem. I was depressed. I wanted to do what any depressed person wants to do - retreat and do nothing. I wondered what the source could be.
I chose to do what I wanted to do the least, can some beets. I had procrastinated long enough. As I pushed through, the depression started to lift.
Every day we are faced with the decision to listen to the flesh, or rise above it. I wish I had more success stories, but I often make the wrong choice.
Taking the "high road" is never easy, but when I do, it not only brings a smile to my face, but I think God is smiling with me.
On Saturday, I had a slight headache. But then I realized the headache was not the only problem. I was depressed. I wanted to do what any depressed person wants to do - retreat and do nothing. I wondered what the source could be.
I chose to do what I wanted to do the least, can some beets. I had procrastinated long enough. As I pushed through, the depression started to lift.
Every day we are faced with the decision to listen to the flesh, or rise above it. I wish I had more success stories, but I often make the wrong choice.
Taking the "high road" is never easy, but when I do, it not only brings a smile to my face, but I think God is smiling with me.
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