Who am I

‘Hi what is your story?’, is something that I’ve been asked on more than a few occasions. What was my answer?

“Hi, I’m Abbie, and I have suffered with depression for around 9 years, I have an anxiety disorder and I am autistic (I’ll get on to that in another blog post).” 

Who I am was directly linked to what I dealt with. But the problem is, is that I am not my depression. I am not my anxiety. I am a daughter of the most high king, the ruler of the universe. That is my identity. 

This is because it doesn’t ever go away. My identity in Christ will never be shaken. Because he is everlasting (Isaiah 40:28), he never changes (James 1: 17), he is completely perfect in every way (Mathew 5:48). His love is unconditional (Romans 8: 35-39), and he is completely holy (1 Samuel 2:2). 

My depression and anxiety while they may never leave, I have the hope that they will. If I put my identity in something that I don’t actually want to be part of me, my whole identity is shaken. My whole being is shaken.

Once I remembering feeling genuinely happy and instead of being a normal person and enjoy it, I panicked. I didn’t know what to do and I completely freaked out. Why did I panic? Because I didn’t know who I was without the depression, but here’s the thing:

Even though anxiety and depression is part of my story, it’s part of what I’ve been through, but it isn’t my whole story. It doesn’t explain my love for Jesus, my love for my family and my friends. It doesn’t explain when I get excited at my course, or when I cry with a friend. It doesn’t explain my love for sweet potatoes (shout out to my housemates who can vouch for this). It doesn’t explain why I love music and my guitar. 

It’s a label that can be useful in treatment but it isn’t me. My life is built on the foundation of my love for Jesus and his incredible all-consuming love for me. It is built on the fact that he has me secure in his arms, and will never let me go. 

It doesn’t mean that I don’t still have anxiety attacks at church or spend the service crying (which has literally happened, the whole service, again my church family can vouch for this). It doesn’t mean I still don’t sometimes struggle with church. It doesn’t mean I still don’t suffer with these things. But I can see it’s for a season. 

I don’t know how long the season will last for, if it will last for 6 weeks or 10 or 20 more years. Or even my lifetime. But the things about seasons, is they change eventually. No matter how long it is I know it’s going to change, and when that happens, I will still be secure in my identity as a child of the risen king. 

When depression doesn’t take a holiday

Christmas is a time of family, celebration, love. It’s a time where we come together. Where we share about our lives. But what about when you wake up on Christmas morning feeling like you don’t want to face the world, when you end up crying in a room by yourself, or when life still feels hard, overwhelming. When the anxiety that comes along with depression doesn’t let up and all you want to do is curl up in bed but you can’t. 

I don’t know how your Christmas was (mine was pretty good), maybe you pretended the whole day and now you have to deal with the fall out, maybe you cried the whole day. 

I want to tell you it’s okay. Because on any other day of the year you’d be struggling, why would Christmastime be any different. Even though we are supposed to be happy in the cultures eyes it just is not realistic. I struggle most days, and keeping up the pretence that I am okay, and pushing how I feel down and suppressing it, never works. Because at some point, it has to come out. At some point how you feel will bubble over. This may be when you snapped at a family member when it was uncalled for, or when you cried because someone didn’t react to the gift you got them in an enthusiastic way. It can be more serious too, the suicidal thoughts may get too much, or you feel desperately alone in a crowed room. 

No matter what your families culture is around feelings and emotions (mine is pretty private, which is hilarious considering I’m writing a blog my experiences), you need to look after yourself. Now more than ever, if you need a break from them see about staying with friends or Church family (I have previously done both). See friends and speak to people if you need to, have some alone time if you need too. 

Know that how you feel will pass (I am still trusting that mine will pass at some point), that although now feels like forever it isn’t. Don’t shut Jesus out, and don’t shut out your people (I say this after last semester where I shut a lot of people out, but even though it’s hard to be honest, it’s so worth it).

No matter what people’s reactions are to you looking after yourself, it’s worth it. We are called to serve God, and to glory him. This means being in a mental space so you can look after others, and seek to glorify him in everything you do. 

You glorifying him right now, may simply be perserving. I know from personal experience that, this can be one of the hardest things to do. Simply keeping going when everything in you screams to stop is really hard, but I promise you with God’s help you can do it. 

I wish I could wrap my arms around you and tell you it will be okay, that God will keep you safe until it’s time to come home. That I love you, God loves you so much more than I (or anyone else ever could). If you tell me, I defo will but if not, reach out to someone I promise you, it’s completely worth it. 

Our true home

I think most of us have or will experience the feeling of being homesick. The yearning and longing to be around your people, in a place your comfortable with, where you don’t have to explain anything because people have spent that much time around you they just get you. Where you sit down in a place you have spent so much time in, there are no growing pains, there is no wondering what it will be like to fit in because you just do.

When Iwas in Uganda I felt this. There I was in another country, experiencing incredible things, meeting incredible people, doing fulfilling work, yet I was longing, wondering, hoping for home (shout out to the people who stopped me from trying to literally walk home nearly every night).

But the place I get the most home sick for I’ve never been. I don’t know what the rooms look like, I can’t picture it in my head. I don’t even know the face of the person who owns the house, I have never experienced what I will when I’m there. But yet I’m longing for it, I think we all are. Because in this place everything is perfect, our relationship with the owner is perfect, but we arent just letting the place, we don’t have a mortage, the owner is not just our landlord, he is our father. This is place is were our family live. We’re we live. The room is being set up as we speak. Our longing will end finally. But this is about way more than a place to lay our heads.

My pastor did a sermon recently on a home being a person not a place and he’s so right. It is about a person. Although we will have a place, we will finally be with him,  this relationship with Jesus, with God will be perfect.

I think christmastime extenuates these feelings. As some travel home but feel out of place, others are far from the place they call home and others don’t have a home. Not in this world. But what if I said there is a place for you. A place where you feel wanted, loved, secure in your identity. Where you never long because everything you need is right in front of you. But one day we will have a place, one day we will have that place for eternity. Those who trust in Jesus can rest, knowing the best is yet to come and one day we will truly be home.

Emotions: for our reality or for God’s glory

Any of my friends reading this will know that I seriously hate emotions. I have a very bad relationship with them. Sometimes I have none at all (thanks to depression) and sometimes I have them very strongly, it can be hard to straddle the tension between these two polar opposites. 

I run away from pain (literally, I have hidden in coffee shops to try and outrun it, fyi it doesn’t work), when I feel genuinely happy its taken me years to actually enjoy it and not just spend the whole day confused as to why I feel happy. And when I get feelings for someone I again want to run off (sometimes literally, which my friends again will vouch for).  

But this aversion too emotions doesn’t mean they don’t happen. I can ignore them all I want, but they will find me, and they will not go away. Which leaves us two options. 

The first is that we try our best and continue on our journey avoiding them at all cost. However, 1.) as mentioned earlier this doesn’t work and 2.) it doesn’t lead us to a healthy and gospel-focused mind. 

The second is to realise that God has given us emotions for a reason, and for us to truly deal with any pain, discomfort or overwhelmingness (not a word?) we may feel by bringing them to God. By processing them in the way you best process (I am a verbal processor but I also journal and I have friends who just journal and don’t find talking helpful). And by actively finding ways to incorporate these practices into your life.

And by seeing them as a gift, seeing that they aren’t scary and nothing bad will happen if you actually deal with them, actually more good will come out of it than anything (honestly, I am writing this to myself, as it’s something I need to hear… constantly). 

But then I can go to complete other direction, instead of ignoring them, they take over completely. They become so big in my head that nothing else can get in. Something that when put in its place should help me to live my life for God’s glory, tries to steal the glory for its self. 

It does this by overwhelming and completely blindsiding me. And it becomes my reality (something I am told frequently is that how I feel doesn’t always and often doesn’t equate to reality). How I feel becomes dominant and the avenue for how I live. 

I feel like getting drunk so I will.

I don’t feel like talking to this friends so I’ll avoid them. 

I don’t feel like church so I’ll not go. 

These examples aren’t talking about specific situations where people genuinely struggle, it’s for the people will me who often let their feelings govern their lives and not Christ.

So why is it important for Christ to govern us and not our emotions? Well, for those who trust in Jesus’ death and resurrection on the cross, we accept that Jesus is God, the only son of God (we are adopted), and that he deserves all of our affections and emotions. He made us, knows us and even after our rebellion against him, chose us and loves us. 

He completely deserves our everything, including our emotions, or lack of emotions. 

So instead of letting them rule us either by reading too much into them or by ignoring them completely (because avoiding them is giving them power they shouldn’t have, no feeling or emotion will destroy us in of themselves), let’s acknowledge that Christ rules our hearts and minds. And this means we can rest in him alone and trust him with a gift he gave. 

Forgettable​ humans know by an unforgettable God

One of the lies I’ve been battling lately is that I am forgettable. That no one would notice or care if I left. These thoughts that I am invisible, have plagued most of my thought pattern for a long time. 

It’s one of the reasons that when I’m having a bad night, it genuinely confuses me when others get upset with my depressive thoughts. 

It’s why when I walk away from a fight I want you to follow to reconcile, but genuinely believe even if we talked for years, you’d never love me, not really. you may say you will but then, I’d find you out you don’t really. 

It’s why I get scared when I go to sleep and don’t know that we’re okay (even though the other person will go to bed, knowing we will still be friends, I go to bed questioning our entire friendship, true story). 

I believe that not only will you forget about me, but you’ll also realise that friendship with me isn’t worth it, isn’t worth the hassle. 

But not only is the above not true anyway (although I’m still working on truly believing that), it puts my identity in the wrong place. It puts my identity in what others think, and not that I am a beloved child of God. 

That he knows me completely, that he will never grow tired of me, he will never forget me. He is the only one who knows the true depth and ugliness of my heart (way more so than I do) and loves me anyway. 

But only does he love us in spite of our sin, he chose to die for it. A holy righteous God, can’t ignore sin. God hates sin. It had to be paid for. He couldn’t turn blind eye to our rebellion against him, he had to deal with it. 

He dealt with it so I can have an intimate relationship with him. And now I know I had fully known and fully loved, both, at the same time. I can know that he will never forget me, in 5 generations (at a push), my own family won’t know my name, but he will. Even though we are like the wind, he wants a relationship with us. 

The suffocating silence

What do you do when you feel alone. Even physically surrounded why I write this, inside I feel so alone. 

The silence, tears, and heartache is suffocating me. Like God is draining all of the oxygen out of my lungs. The things that used to be so life-giving is now breaking me, friends, writing, even Jesus. 

Every time I think of him, pray to him, listen to worship music, read the bible, I cry. Because my soul is hurting right now, the pain inside of me is so so great that only he can help. 

And I know, I’m describing what someone out there feels. Trust me, it sucks. But what scripture can start to heal our broken souls. 

He is near to the brokenhearted, he is listening, he loves us more than you will ever know, he has a purpose, you are not alone, you are not unredeemable. 

When you are on the floor, you have two options. You can face the floor and ignore truth or you can roll over and face the lord and allow him to heal you bit by bit. 

I don’t know why God is allowing my heartache just as much as I don’t know why he is allowing yours. 

But he is good. How can a good God allow this pain? 

We live in a sinful and broken world, we live in a world broken from the fall, I need a saviour now more than ever. I need Jesus, to meet me in the pain. And he does. 

He will give us rest for our souls. This doesn’t mean that he will give us what we want. But he always gives us what we need. And more importantly, he gives us him. He is our best deepest friend. He wants us to know him deeply. We do this primarily by reading his word, reading truth and by talking to him. About your pain, and heartache.  

A letter to my 13 year-old-self

Hey there, first things first you are so so loved, never ever forget that you have a father who loves you so much who without any human limitations and will never ever let you go.

I know that life is hard right now, I know you don’t really have any friends, home is full of arguments and you don’t understand how God can ever let you go through you what you have already in your short life. 

But knowing this I have a few things to tell you. 

You will start really liking a boy soon, you will like him more than you ever have liked anyone. But hold on, I know the feelings get so overwhelming, you feel things so much more strongly than a lot of other people, no one around you will understand that right now, but try and remember that he isn’t your entire world. But tell him. It doesn’t necessarily matter how he feels but you will need the closure, trust me. 

Be honest with your therapist, when she asks you about the suicidal thoughts be honest about your attempts and thoughts. It may seem like it would be better to hide and avoid dealing with the truth that you really aren’t, but take it from me, just because you ignore it, it doesn’t mean it will go away. It will take you moving to uni and really doing some heart work to really understand this. 

The emotional manipulation of any sort isn’t okay. It’s not ok for people to do it to you and it’s not ok to do it to someone else. Again, it may seem harmless but it does way more damage then you could ever realize. 

Be kind to everyone, no matter if they aren’t kind to you. Because it matters way more about how you respond to a situation that how they respond to you. I know it’s lonely, I know you struggle to make and maintain friends, and although it seems like you have no one right now, it isn’t true.

This year (year 9 to be exact) you’ll meet Beth. You won’t know it at the time, but you will come to love her and her family very very much. You will cry, laugh and make a billion mistakes together but she will start pointing you to God. Trust her, be honest, she is a good egg. 

Within the next few years you will become very good friends with others in your year, and you will love them very much. But remember that you will make mistakes as will they, make room for that. 

I know school is hard right now, and you are being told that you aren’t very smart, but regardless you will go to uni.

 Depression will pick up (although not diagnosed for a couple more years, its a thing), and it’ll feel hopeless (and to be honest sometimes it still does). At the same time, friendships will come and go, but you will have your first big interaction with the idea of having a relationship with God soon (although you won’t be saved for a number of years). 

People in your year will try and get you to open up to them. Trust them, talk to them. I know its scary letting people in, but it’s so so important. 

You will go to uni, where you will meet Jesus, and some of the most incredible people in the world. You will have to come face to face with many struggles, but the freedom that you long for, will happen in Christ. It may seem like a cop out right now, but trust me when I say it isn’t. 

Your questions about God will continue throughout uni and life, but ask them to him. You can trust him, read the bible for yourself and ask God to reveal himself to you, trust me you won’t regret it.