devotionals

Living with depression is something I've always had to do. In high school, I would pretend to be sick for weeks at a time just so I could stay home alone in bed.

I had my first panic attack this past summer. My heart was beating so fast and out of rhythm, I thought I was going to die.

When the panic and depression intensify, I cannot do anything. I then panic about the work I am not doing, the classes I am missing. It takes hours to calm myself and by then the day has passed me by. It is a connected circle of events.

I want to invite you in. I want you to see what it's like.

If you see me on a day when I managed to leave my apartment, you wouldn't be able to see anything wrong. I smile. I laugh. But it's all a mask. This is me, without that mask.