“You are smart…you are enough.”

I was recently presented with an opportunity to work alongside a cohort of professionals on one of my organization’s internal projects. We’re in the very early stages of this project, where the foundation is being laid. Key questions are being asked and the work that is fundamental to the identity of this project is being executed.

As with any project, the work is being divvied. My friend drew the lucky straw of drafting a few statements to represent the groups purpose.

After reading these statements, I was left a bit perplexed. Thesaurus-laden buzzwords and corporate jargon had drowned out the message. I asked my friend to rewrite the statements in plain English. Though she knew I had good intentions, she was offended.

I wanted her to see that her message, the one she believed in, the one without the colorful language was enough. Adding colorful language not only took away from the message, but it made the reader work harder. In fact, I had to read the statements more than once to deduce what was being said. And in the end I was still confused and frankly, frustrated.

But this also created a great opportunity for feedback. While, my colleague wasn’t happy with my feedback, I had the opportunity to follow up with what was in my heart.

My feedback had less to do with the message and a million times more to do with what I believed, and what she needed to believe, about herself.

I had an opportunity to tell her that she was smart and that she didn’t need to rely on anyone else to tell her that. She didn’t need the “extras” to impress anyone. Simply being who she was was enough. And when she delivers her message from her heart, that would be enough.

I had an opportunity to tell her that she was, and is, enough.




Today, I repeat this message to you. You are enough. Give yourself the gift of relaxing the security of who you are. Stop trying to outfit yourself with the proverbial colorful layers — fancy clothes, an extensive vocabulary, multiple degrees, or the pursuit of the seemingly “perfect life” — to gain the approval of others or even yourself. Don’t water down the magnitude of who you are. Be you.

The Bible says that you were fearfully and wonderfully made. Who am I to disagree with God?

Take off those layers. Life is a lot lighter and much clearer without them.

Until next Wednesday,


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Disclaimer: I am not a healthcare professional and do not claim to be. The advice given below is based solely on personal experience. If you feel that you may be suffering from depression, anxiety or any other mental or medical condition, I recommend you contact a medical professional or therapist for help.


I’ve been on meds off and on for my depression and anxiety since like for almost 15 years now. The last thing I want to do is increase my medication in order to keep the symptoms under control. So I’ve been on this quest to find natural ways to fight the disorder. I know there are millions of pieces out there providing advice on natural/alternative treatments, but many of these are written from a medical or “professional” standpoint.

But I’m not a doctor. I’m a person – searching – searching for something that will help on days that it’s horrible and even days when it’s not so bad…almost seemingly nonexistent. You know, the good days. So here I go…I’ll even include what I’ve incorporated, what I think works, and where I wasn’t as obedient.

I don’t pass on this information as a medical professional to 1) say you’re not going through this alone and 2) to let you know what’s been working for me and 3) provide resources in one place. So please bear with me if this is long. This may be a post that prompts a YouTube video – for those you who would rather watch/listen vs. read a really long post.

  1. Eliminate caffeine. Nope. Not gonna do it. Caffeine is actually a mood booster for me. BUT…I did trial cutting back on caffeine and that worked. I found it a good practice to determine when coffee took a turn for the worse. 1-2 cups a day is good for me. 3-4…not so much. And drinking too late does affect my sleep so I try to not drink coffee after 7-8 pm. (I was drinking coffee this late due to a work project.)
  2. Took time to rest. This was kind of hard for me because I started missing church, choir rehearsal, choir meetings and even singing on Sundays. BUT…I shared what was going on in my life with people who needed to know, and they were VERY understanding. The caveat is that I do still attend church quite often, but in the midst of depression, I had to slow down, which meant taking time to take care of myself.
  3. Reduced unnecessary stress. For example, when my day turned hectic, I would kindly contact my hairdresser and ask if I could reschedule my hair appointment instead of stressing about how I was going to get it to fit into my day.
  4. Aromatherapy. I’m a faithful user of Bath & Body works stress relief body wash and hand lotion. I’ve also just incorporated the candle into my “treatment”. Frankly, I use the hand cream throughout my workday. Sometimes I just put my hands up to my face and inhale. (You know like the guy did on Superstar after rubbing his pits). And since I work at home, I sometimes shower with the body wash during my lunch hour.
  5. Camomile tea. I drink the Celestial Seasonings Honey, Vanilla, Camomile tea. This has worked for me when I’m not in the middle of an anxiety attack, but just feel a little stressed. I like it though. It does help by producing a calming effect.
  6. Sleepytime tea. Also by Celestial Seasonings, this is super helpful if you have a hard time going to sleep. I simply drink the tea and partner it with relaxing music (white noise station or nature station on Pandora); a great combination for sleep.
  7. St. Johns wort. I’m literally afraid of this. I recall trying this earlier on in my depression journey. I don’t recall any horrible side effect, but there are warnings out the butt about using it if you are on other depression meds. I just don’t trust it. Please refer to your medical professional before going down this route.
  8. Yoga. I was opposed to yoga for spiritual reasons, but I decided to give it a try. I’m not into all the meditation and stuff, but I do have a DVD that I like to do at night when I’m feeling particularly stressed. In fact, I’ve included as part of my weekly workout routine. I noticed a significant difference with yoga, to the point that if I’m stressed, I’ll just try to do a couple of poses and breathing exercises at night without the DVD. That’s how much I believe in it for relaxation.
  9. Exercise. Cardio to be exact. I don’t do this enough, but I can’t stress the importance of getting your blood pumping. This, along with the tea, is at the top of my list. It’s not gonna cure your depression…none of this will, but it will help treat your symptoms. Maybe it’s because I’m a quite aggressive person…so literally working out my frustrations works for me.
  10. Know your triggers…and ELIMINATE them. This is why I’m single again. The relationship I was in was pushing me to depression (and my mother reminded me that my emotionally abusive relationship did the same to me toward the end). A depressed person who allows triggers to dictate their life is about as bad as a person with high blood pressure to continue eating copious amounts of salt. You have to do what you have to do to be well.
  11. Pay attention to what makes you happy…then duplicate it. For example, I’m elated when it’s sunny out. Though I have no control over the sun, I do have a sun lamp (which I frankly think is crap) and am going to change to a super high wattage light bulb. This was advice I found in today’s research. But ultimately, I try to take notice of sunny days and bask in them. I’m also in the process of finding dance classes and thinking about teaching cheer. These are things that make me happy.
  12. Stop doing things you don’t like, but don’t go dead to the world. This was my mistake. I stopped doing things I didn’t like doing, but I didn’t replace the hole with something I enjoyed. So I was left with a hole. Don’t make that mistake. Instead, if you enjoy cooking, take a cooking class or maybe start a cupcake business. I LOVE CUPCAKES. I’m literally thinking about starting another “business.”  Well, I actually have a couple of things up my sleeve, but for the purpose of this post, I’ve though about something lighthearted; like selling handmade scarves in the winter. It’s low risk and low pressure. I can always say no; I don’t need the money. Most of all, it fills the hole with something I really like doing.

That’s my personal list. Now for resources I’ve come across:

Alternative Treatments for Depression – WebMD

10 Natural Depression Treatments – WebMD

13 Natural Remedies for Depression

Exercise & Depression – WebMD

7 Great Exercises to Ease Depression

11 Unexpected Health-Promoting Benefits of Yoga

Foods That Fight Winter Depression – Pay special attention to page 3




Over the past few months, I’ve been under a considerable amount of stress, which, in essence, leads to anxiety
and depression. That’s the bad news. The good news is that over the years, I’ve found a way to deal it; some things I found through external research, some things I’ve come up simply through life.

Listen to relaxing music. When I was a junior in college, my neighbor played this music that put me in the most-relaxed mode without much effort. I had no idea what this “music” was, but it was the bomb for my mood. It literally helped me feel light-weight. Years later, I found “nature” sounds were great to help me relax. I started with a CD. Now I have a nature station and a white noise station on Pandora. I highly recommend these stations if you’re having a hard time sleeping, worked up, or anticipating an anxiety-producing experience, listening to relaxing music is a great .

Music, in general. I’ve found that music is a great way to dictate the mood. I learned the power of music again during my junior year in college. Music can support, or even alter, your mood. If I’m dealing with a breakup – or just guy issues, I listen to music that expresses my emotions. If I’m feeling a little angry, I listen to music that helps me let out both virtual and real screams. And Gospel has a way of reminding me who I really am – Rebuild by J. Moss is specifically one that speaks to me

Workout. I don’t work out a ton. So, if you see me on my treadmill, watch out. I may be in a bad mood. The good thing is that it’s a healthy alternative, and my butt and legs get a small boost.

I blog or journal. I’ve found that writing has been a great outlet for years. I once heard a pastor say to just write without rules. Though, he was speaking about writing out his prayers, I believe limiting the rules allows a person to be free. Forget grammar rules. Forget spelling. And limit how much you think about who’s reading it.

I write poetry. Most of my poetry is pretty dark. That’s because it’s birthed out of a dark place. It doesn’t mean I stay in a dark place. It just means it’s a way to let it out.

Twitter, and it’s associated sarcasm, is my friend. You have no idea how much steam you can let out in 140 characters or less. Note: you may want to be ambiguous depending on the subject and who may be viewing…or, better yet, create a private account that’s meant for letting it out. I’m not gonna say I have a few friends who have such accounts – and I used to have one myself.

Pinterest boards. Create a funny board and a cute board. When something that fits these categories come across your Pinterest feed, pin it to these boards, and when you’re feeling “in a mood”, go to one or both of these boards. You’d be amazed at how something so small…and free…can life your mood.

I let it out. I find someone who I can talk to about what’s going on and I just let it out. I don’t always need a resolution. Sometimes – many times – I just need a listening ear or someone I can commiserate with. It makes a world of difference.

Call “uncle” and say “no”. I realize that I’m only one person, and there’s only so much I can take. Just this week, I’ve had to call “uncle” and say, I can’t do it anymore. I raised my hand and said, I need help. Instead of allowing the “what if I’m perceived as weak” stop me from communicating my reality, I let those who could make a difference know that I needed help; that I was no longer smiling. And I finally started pushing back with direct answers… it’s said that it’s when I get to my breaking point that I finally truly discover the “I don’t care” gene and begin saying “no,” but at least I start saying it.

I cry. Just like needing to let it out verbally, there are times I just need to cry. Bottling the stuff up isn’t healthy…and trying to “be strong” is killing you…maybe more literally than you think. I’ve been known as a cry baby pretty much my entire life. Why should that change now. Crying is a way to express an emotion…and since I’m emotional…enough said.

I dance. I LOVE to dance, and I don’t look to dance as just a form of performance. I connect emotionally to the dances that I do. Hip hop, lyrical, praise dance are all forms of dance I love to do to release stress. I don’t need a dance studio or mirrors. The only things I use is music, some speakers, and me, myself, and I. And it’s on. Tamia’s Stranger in my House has seen its fair share of imperfect dance routines.

Humor works. I’ve watched stand-up on Netflix as a way to eliminate loneliness (wow that sounded really desperate) and release stress. I’m also a self-proclaimed comedienne…and may be a bit funnier when I’m angry. Many times, laughing is the alternative to crying. And boy can I produce a laugh. So either take in a laugh or produce a laugh. Either way, just laugh.

I pray. Times of stress, anxiety and depression can be some of the hardest times to pray. The good news is that you don’t need say a long prayer. A simple “God help me” works and may be all you can muster up.

I find other people to be around. I find a friend, a guy person of interest, or my family to be around. Though I’ve known this for years, I recommend the book Play It Away for more details around this.

Wow! This is one of those topics many people talk about, but I’m not sure how many people really get it. And I’m okay not everyone gets it. Frankly, to get it, you kinda have to go through it or to even close to get it, you may have to be REALLY close to someone with clinical depression.

Before I go on, I’d like to say, I’m not a doctor or therapist and these and this post consists of only my opinions. If you have or think you may be suffering from anxiety or depression, you should see a doctor or therapist.

Many know my story; that I suffer from depression. So, I’m not going to go into many details about that. Instead, I’m going to go into details about my experience – my thoughts and feelings  that I don’t share with many – with the hope that this post helps you understand the complexity of the disorder and the goal of understand there’s a ton that someone who has this disorder (or any disorder to that fact) may not share.

  1. I feel broken…literally. I feel like there’s something about me that needs to be fixed. I’m not talking about a cure. I feel like someone needs to reach inside my body and take something out or put something in to fix me.
  2. I’m afraid of being well. I have been like this for so long, I’m kind of afraid of being “normal” again. Like…what would that look like? Who would I be? Would I really be happier? I have to believe the answer to the latter is yes.
  3. I have generalized anxiety disorder, which is why I get depressed more than “I just feel depressed.” Sometimes, I get so frustrated that it makes me sad. There are other times that the anxiety just overwhelms me to a point of depression.
  4. I have A TON of fears and am embarrassed by them. This causes me to do a ton of irrational things.  I’ve become a germaphobe primarily because I don’t want to get other people sick. Sometimes I pray over my food multiple times. I avoid cracks in the sidewalk. I count a lot of things because I’m afraid of things in threes, as well as the number 6 and 18. I’m also afraid of the letter “F’ because it’s the 6th letter in the alphabet. I am scared A LOT! And I am totally embarrassed about this.
  5. I don’t want to be judged. I don’t want to talk about it too often because I don’t want to be judged as being a person who’s looking for sympathy.
  6. However, I do appreciate and maybe even look for private sympathy at times because it’s hard as heck! I get it. We all have problems. But feeling like you’re walking around with a bricks on your shoulders, a tense neck, and a cloudy brain flat-out sucks. Just knowing someone cares means SO MUCH! I mean so much.
  7. Just because a person doesn’t look depressed doesn’t mean they’re not. My grandma has said, “you don’t look depressed” at least 2 times after I’ve said I’m depressed. The latest time, I literally cried in the parking lot of an ice cream shop the same day…not because of what she said, but because I was, in fact, depressed.
  8. Just because a person doesn’t seem anxious doesn’t mean they aren’t. I have literally had “silent” anxiety attacks right in front of people.
  9. Support systems are super valuable. My support system has been one of the most valuable things People helping me in the hard times, encouraging them, giving hugs, shoulders to cry on, simply passing a tissue, being a listening ear, and so on. This along with God may have been what has literally saved my life a many a times.
  10. I hate when people tell me to pray it away. This is one of my BIGGEST pet peeves…right after someone telling me that it’s imagined. Believe me, I KNOW God can heal. I also know how he’s given me peace in some of my hardest times. However, I have prayed, and I have believed. I’ve questioned Him. I’ve done it all. Guess what. This is something He has allowed me to go through and though I don’t like the disease, I’m okay with it. I am okay with the fact that He allows me to go through it. I don’t like it, but I’m not going to let it stop me from loving Him or ultimately giving Him the praise. It may get me down at times and even take me out of my element, but I know that I’m gonna be okay.
  11. Everyone who has suicidal thoughts isn’t going to commit suicide. BUT YOU SHOULD TAKE EVERY COMMENT ABOUT SUICIDE AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS SERIOUSLY. This is the hardest thing for me to talk about, but several clinically depressed people have suicidal thoughts – including myself. However, I appreciate my life too much to let this horrid disease get the best of me. I consider myself an overcomer. This is where I totally see God’s power coming through. He’s like, “No Regina. You’re too good for this. You’re an awesome person and you ARE going to do great things. I put you on this earth for a reason and you WILL NOT depart from it until I call you home…until you’ve fulfilled your GOD-GIVEN PURPOSE.” Writing this makes me want to cry because it shows me just how much God really loves me and how everything else that’s going on is just deception; things that are trying to get me off my game…because if I’m off my game, I can’t fulfill what He has for me. This is where my strength comes from. That is the power. That is the cure. Knowing He has something totally awesome in store for me…that He really wants to use me. And the devil is just mad because I’m saying, “God, I’m ready. Use me, Lord.” [Yep…I just got in tune with the Spirit there.]

God is amazing, guys. This started off very dreary. And though I’ve been going through a lot, I can’t help but to give Him praise simply because of who He is. He is amazing, and I must just give him praise. How He holds me through tough times. How He protects me in the hard times. And how He even shelters me from the rain. [And there’s the testimony. smile]

This place. It’s familiar; maybe even popular. But more infamous than the acclaimed stage of desired fame. Well
known, but not always sought after. It’s called loneliness. It’s also called despair. I’m sure there are a few other words that can be used to describe this place, though, I’m not sure any would be positive.lonely

That’s where I found myself this weekend.

I found myself lonely and in a place of despair. I found myself desperately wanting to do something with someone. A friend. A man. Anyone in whom I enjoyed their presence…and I was at a loss.

Saturday, I had a grand old time with my bestie. We laughed in a desolate town that has to be a retiree’s gold mine. So barren that it reminded me of an old western film, and I was the one looking on, only waiting for a lone piece of tumbleweed to pass by.

And even that trip was a stretch after a fight with a headache and a fight to simply leave the house and then the city. I made it, though. So, that was a success of its own.

Sunday was not successful.

After making it to church, I realized I was in a funk. During prayer was when I really felt the tears ready to come on…though I’m not even sure if my eyes totally welled up, let alone produced an all out cry. As the say went on, I continued to feel blue. I was talking. I was spending time with family. I was even laughing.

Then, after some people left, I commented, “I’m pretty sure I’m depressed.” I followed the statement by noting though I may not look or sound depressed, I felt depressed.

I couldn’t put my finger on what it was at that moment. And, even worse, I couldn’t cry.

But once I made it to a quiet place on my own, it hit me. The tears fell, and soon thereafter, I identified the issue. I was lonely.

I realized how no one calls me very often to do things. And I realized how I hadn’t talked to a guy of my interest the entire weekend.

I felt rejected.

Now that I write, the feeling is clear. I’m feeling an overwhelming feeling of both loneliness and rejection. Whether perceived or real, I feel rejected.

I feel rejected by the guy who I’m interested in. Though I know he’s interested in me, I having issues adjusting to our relationship.

I feel rejected by my peers. No one hardly ever calls or even texts to say “how are you” or “do you want to go out” and even if they do, they have no clue how social anxieties makes it so hard to go out. It’s so much easier to stay home…yet, I crave interacting with my peers. It’s such a catch 22, and frankly, I’m tired of it.

I’m tired of this person I’ve become due to depression and anxiety.

I used to be the life of the party. Now I avoid many of them.

I used to talk to several men at one time. Now my biological clock that tells me I should be settled down has me all discombobulated.

Forget that. I want my life back.me

Depression is a sneaky little creature. It often creeps up out of no where and what you thought depression looked like is totally different than what you, a friend, or a loved one is experiencing. And that makes it even harder to determine.

Round 1: My aunt’s passing

My depression story started years ago. It was the summer between my 7th and 8th grade year, and I lost the first close person to me, my aunt. This was REALLY hard. Initially, I didn’t think I was affected at all. But then the symptoms began to arise. I began to cry all the time. I didn’t want to hang with my friends. And I was super afraid of dying. This had become my number one fear. I’m sure being the recipient of the call stating she died and suppressing my feelings didn’t help. Add to that hearing the details of her final moments at the age of 12 wasn’t easy either.

Her final moments passed through my head constantly, and at night I was sure I was having shortness of breath and about to see my last day. I often stood at the brink of my parents’ bedroom door telling my mom how scared I was and how I thought I was having shortness of breath. It was a very traumatizing experience.

I remember my dad coming to offer me comfort, but nothing really worked. He offered to take me to her grave site. I didn’t want to go. And yet, I just couldn’t snap out of it.

Then one day my mom suggested I go visit my best friend. She was my next door neighbor. She had no clue what was going on, but it was the best medicine ever. Simply being with someone – and in this case faking like there was nothing wrong was the beginning of a cure. In fact, it was almost an instant cure.

The pain and depression didn’t go away instantly. The beginning of my eight grade year still saw sorrow, but somehow, I snapped out of it. It was like the time heals all things thing. But did it?

Round 2: College days

My days at Michigan State were great. Fake the funk. Showtime at the Aud. Gospel choir. Great roommates and floormates. And yes, even the partied. And on top of this, I was at the top of the class. I pulled a 3.89 my first semester, and didn’t drop below a 3.5 GPA per semester. Well, that was until depression reared it’s ugly head again.

It all started with a thought that freaked me out. I mean seriously freaked me out.

It was during Winter break. I think I was in the shower when I had the thought. And even though I knew it wasn’t true, I couldn’t shake it.

That was the beginning of my anxiety. It scared me. I would be an outcast if anyone ever knew that I had this thought. I told one person – my mom, my one and only confidante to that degree. She was there for me. Patient with me. That was the moment that I knew that if I didn’t trust anyone else in life, I could trust my mom – and that was for anything. We may not always agree, but she would ALWAYS have my best interest in mind (even if that’s slightly obscured with what she THINKs may be my best interest, but I digress.)

Though my mom was there and would be there consistently – and we knew my thoughts were a lie, it didn’t go away. Instead, the anxiety got worse, resulting in OCD, panic and anxiety attacks, and loss of focus. I couldn’t focus on my work. Getting out of bed was hard at days. In fact, making decisions was just downright painful. And with this dreadful sickness came a quick plummet to my grades to the point that simply by looking at my report cards, you can tell the EXACT semester the depression kicked in.

Mental Illness aren’t the Same as Physical, Right?

I didn’t want to go to the doctor. I didn’t want to see what was wrong with me. I thought it was against God’s will. Mental issues aren’t the same as physical, right? You know if you don’t feel good physically to go to the doctor. But if you are potentially suffering from a mental illness, many often discourage going to the doctor. This can be one of biggest mistakes and can truly mean the different between life and death.

Mental illnesses can kill you just as much as high blood pressure can. In fact, stress can lead to high blood pressure, cancer, and suicide – all things that can lead to death. People don’t cut just for the sake of it. People don’t jump off buildings because they thought they could fly. And they don’t slit wrists because they want to sport a war wound.

No. They want the pain and agony to go away. If they thought they had another option, maybe they would think again, but they feel hopeless. Anxiety day after day, month after month, and year after year is not the life I envisioned. If you’ve never had a panic attack before, you’d never know how debilitating something like that can be. In fact, I got so good at them, I had the ability have silent attacks right in front of people and they had no clue it was happening.

…But I Survived

The diagnosis & Prescriptions

Though I didn’t want to go to the doctor, there was a point it became a bit too much. The school therapist was a flop. My trip to a different doctor was almost a joke, mainly because on that day I didn’t “look” like I was depressed. Then she gave me the test. To her surprise only, the results stated I was in fact depressed.

Now what?

Pills. The ones that zoned me out. Not like Xanax or anything. I can’t really describe how I felt. All I know is that one day I didn’t take them, and I felt better. I felt happy. So I said to heck with these pills. But just like other times, the happiness was only temporary.

The depression read it’s head again, and I really needed hep.

It took a while for me to see a doc again, but during the summer after my senior year, I walked back into the doctor’s office ready to get better. And he diagnosed me with what I thought was the cure all to everything, Paxil.

You Have to Work with Your Doctor

Paxil worked great for years. However, due to side effects, I chose to try different meds. Many didn’t work. I became sick from some. One gave me the hiccups and zoned me out. One even had a side effect of anxiousness. Ummm….isn’t that what I was being treated for. Duh?!I’ve had a diagnosis that I didn’t agree with and more. (Please know yourself before you just tell the doctor, “no I don’t agree with this).
While I know I’m not perfect today I’ve found a treatment that sustains. Add that to the will to not let the disease overcome me, and I do pretty good. Not as good as on Paxil, but since I don’t want that Paxil weight (a 60 lb. gain)…I’ll make the sacrifice.

Having the Will to Live & Taking Control

Living with and surviving depression is not an easy thing. In fact, I live with it AND survive it every day. Anxiety is present often. I get tired A LOT. And there are days where the alternative seems like it may be better. However, I have the will to live.

I know depression, anxiety, fear and panic are all lies from Satan. And though I may be on meds, I know where my REAL strength comes from. I know who will never leave me nor forsake me. I know who blesses me with wisdom telling me it’s time to sit/slow down, ensuring I don’t become too overwhlemed.

God has blessed me to have this story. To tell it to others. And to inspire those who may feel downtrodden. I’m confident this journey wasn’t just for me. I know there are others who have been and will continue to be blessed by my words…but not my words, but by the words of the One who lives in me.

While I’m not thankful for the sickness (being real), I am thankful for the opportunity to help, to inspire and to use my story to draw others closer to Christ. While some may say it’s brutal He allows me to go through it, I’ll say His grace is sufficient. He DIED for me. DIED…stabbed, ridiculed, whipped, crowned with thorns. I only have a little mental distress in comparison. So even in the midst, I thank and appreciate God for this challenge, growth, and the ability to use it for HIS good. I am and will continue to be HIS child. And for that I praise him. (Praise break…lol)


Depression sucks. It really does. However, having a relationship with Christ and taking appropriate steps to manage/alleviate it are both essential for survival. The Bible says we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against power and principalities in high places. While medicine is a physical step for me, I NEVER forget the spiritual medicine and strength either.

Until next time, I wish you much spiritual prosperity.

“Depression hurts.” ~ commercial on TV

You may have laughed when you saw this commercial, but this is an uderstatement for those living with depression. And not only does it hurt those living with it, but it also hurts those affected by it – the loved ones who don’t know exactly how to deal with it, and even those who have accepted it and found some way to cope with it.

Simply because you have found a way to cope with it doesn’t mean that it’s still not a daily battle.

I know because I’m a survivor and deal with it on an ongoing basis.

Yes, I make light of it at times, but that’s because I choose to. I choose to not let it hold me in a imprisoned within my own mind. I have made conscious decisions to walk while I’m wounded. Heck, I run marathons while I’m wounded.

See, the Bible says that we wrestle not against flesh and blood but against power an principalities in high places, and that faith is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen. (Ephesians 6 and Hebrews 11:1).

When you see me on the exterior, you may see a beacon of strength – a strong, ambitious young lady, but what you don’t see are the breakowns, the prayer going up for peace and deliverance, and all the lives affected by it. You don’t see loved ones embracing me and telling me it’s going to be okay…and even telling me that I don’t have to always be strong..that it’s okay for me to show my emotions. You don’t see Regina in her weak state. But in my weakness, He (God) is made strong.

I am a living witness of what it means to walk and run while wounded. My heart may hurt, but my fight will not go away. I will maintain faith that I will make it to the next level, because He has brought me this far, and there’s only many more milestones to achieve. So I won’t give up; I don’t give up. I will just look up for the support and grateful for those he has put around me.

*If you suffer from depression, anxiety, panic or any other mental illness, don’t give up. Let someone you trust know what you’re going through. You can even email me at regina.r.patterson@gmail.com. Maybe I can point you in the direction of a resource that would be just right for you. Whatever you do, please, please, please keep the faith.