A season of new life

Here is just some of my truth.

Some days are harder than others. Some days are much, much harder than others. Some days are easier. There are a few days that have hard things and are still easier. I have suffered from clinical/major depression for 22 years – so I have known a lot of hard days.

What I feel the need for you to know is that there have been an abnormal number of easier, better, happier days lately. Part of that is that I now have time to work on my mental health and make it a priority. Part of it is that I have a strong network of people who support and love me. (I will be grateful for that every single day for the rest of forever.) Part of that is that I believe God is giving me a season of rest. All of it put together is just lovely. It is like spring arriving after a long, dark winter. Every flower, leaf, bud, baby animal, etc. brings a new level of beauty and happiness and relief. It is a season of new life and new starts. I am just abundantly thankful that as spring begins around me, it is also taking root in my heart.

Thank you to the people who love me well – you have walked with me through so much. Thank you to the people who read about the days that are hard and keep reading anyway. I used to be terribly afraid of saying that I was feeling joy, peace and contentment. I was afraid that if I did, it would surely come crashing down on me and the weight of that would crush me.

Today, I am not as afraid. Today I see that if all three of those things continue to take place – me working at healing, people loving me well, and God helping me to heal – this could become the norm and not the exception. If tomorrow brings with it less of the good and more of the hard, I can handle that because I know it isn’t the end of the story. I know that spring is always going to come around again.