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Depression

Yeah, I haven't posted in awhile. Truthfullly, I am battling depression. It's been big, dark and scary. It's shaken me right down to the core. (Yes, I am getting professional help.)

If you've ever battled depression, you know the lethargy that can come with it. It is taking tremendous effort for me to just get through the day. I long to write here, but it's not possible for me most days.

The worst part for me is that the depression has robbed me of the ability to find solace in my faith, which has always, always been a place of peace and hope for me. It is hard to write about faith when I just ain't feelin' it.

I am going to make the effort to keep up here, but please know that it's really a struggle for me right now. Prayers are appreciated.

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  1. Even though I don't comment very often, I love your posts and you have been in my prayers, Elise. God is with you in your difficult time! Thanks for the update.

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  2. Thank you, Julia. I appreciate your kindness so much.

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  3. May God tuck you in His heart and give you some rest.

    Faustina.

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  4. Elise, I will pray for you too. Otepoti.

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  5. I know that lethargy. It's awful, simply awful and makes you feel like you can't do anything. Hang in there and I will pray for you !

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  6. Thank you, Mama! Prayer is propping me up!

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