There have been times in my life when I thought I wouldn’t make it to another day. The feeling of endless sadness and pain. So many disappointments, far too many to count. And this feeling of pure worthlessness. But I knew intellectually that people cared about me and loved me but this feeling grew larger than my common sense. It drowned my rational thinking like it was nothing. It had me teetering on the edge of life itself.
I know I have talked about my depression a lot because it was one of the most difficult times in my life. I never had experienced something so strong that was not a tangible thing that it baffled my normal thought process. The more I tried to figure it out the more elusive it became. You can’t even articulate the feelings in real words. The more you try the more frustrated you become and you just begin to give up.
I suffered in this place of depression for over 730 days and I know other people have dealt with this terrible sickness for years and never really have come full circle from it. I pray for those people everyday, for the strength to battle this monster with no face. This enemy of mind and emotion. This life threatening fog of doubt, fear and loneliness.
Once I received my full healing and deliverance from God. I was inspired to write about my journey to this place of darkness and back to a place far better than what I left. A place of purpose and confidence. A place of undying love and grace. I am forever grateful to God for saving me from this place of torment.
You really don’t realize that people all around you suffer from some sort of pain that they don’t openly share with others. We work beside people who have suffered emotional and physical abuse from their parents. Others that may have been damaged by things that happened to them in relationships. They hide these things that have shaped who they are today because it is not accepted. But we all are in the same boat, yet none of us want to open up and cry for help. We would rather suffer silently and die a slow death inside ourselves than look like a failure or be judged by the very ones who say they care.
My story, coming soon in a book form is for those kindred spirits that are lost in the land of Oz (depression) or some other sort of terrible place with no avenue of escape; nowhere to run to; to find release. The Butterfly Journey is a place where you can share and feel safe that no one will judge where you have been or what has happened to you. You can come to us and get the encouragement and rest that for so long you have needed. A place of peace!
We can’t walk this path of life alone. God is always there and we are his vessels in which to show you that you can be free of all that “stuff” and walk down a new path with your head held up, shoulders back and with an assurance that you do matter and you have purpose in this life.
Won’t you join us? www.thebutterflyjourney.com or www.facebook.com/thebutterflysjourney
We have a place reserved just for you! The Butterfly Journey ~ Lisa
