"When I refused to confess my sin, my body wasted away, and I groaned all day long. Day and night your hand of discipline was heavy on me. My strength evaporated like water in the summer heat".
This was me not long ago. It seems like only yesterday I was gripped by depression and anxiety. They still linger, but I am better equipped to deal with them. I don't let them hang around as long as I used to.
This was originally written in April.
I am a daughter, sister, auntie, wife and friend.