I Thought I Was Strong

“I thought I was strong, but I’m not.” 

As the words fell out of my friend’s mouth, my heart sank. She sat with some of her closest friends, people who know and love her so well, and a tear fell down her face. After struggling with depression and anxiety silently for over ten years, she opened up to us about the counseling program she was about to start and the strong possibility of medicine in her future. 

She is my strong, loving, kind, joy filled, adventure-loving friend. But she sat there and quietly said “I am weak.” 

Weak? Sweet friend, that is a lie.

Anxiety and depression can weigh us down and make us feel like we’re one step behind everyone else, its weight like an anchor we have to pull around. It can make us feel weak. But Jesus says something very different about what we are to carry. Matthew 11:28-30  says “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.”

So, to my beautiful, adventurous friend whose joy is contagious and whose company I so enjoy, hand over your depression. Remember that you have a father who created you, loves you, and will take this season and create beauty out of it. Find rest in his promise when you feel like you can’t finish the day. 

You are not your anxiety and depression. You are not one step behind everyone else. You are not weak.

You are a purposefully knit creation. You are loved and valuable. You are strong.