Relief. Fear. Shame. Repeat.—The Battle of Loving Jesus and Taking Anti-Depressants

I truly thought I was one of those people who had one slump, one period of depression which needed medication. I believed I was one of those people who would have the story of the illness, followed by learning, then recovery, then health. I thought the illness would be a thing that had happened, that could be boxed away separately, not a part of who I was. But it is. This is my brokenness.

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