In my mental health journey there have been times when the days and nights were filled with overwhelming anxiety, loss of self-worth, finding little to no energy to get out of bed, to get dressed or eat. Other times I have stayed up all night working on projects for ministry or cleaning. I have spent far too much money with online shopping. I have had conversations where I talked excessively only to constantly ask myself later if I offended anyone.
For the last three years or more these experiences are much less intense and are now spread out over time. I am grateful everyday for my mental health, knowing that each day requires taking care of myself and being aware of my feelings and behaviors.
Some days, I am better at this than others.
Throughout this journey, I have relied on the constant presence of God who holds me up and gives me comfort when I needed it most. I grew up in the church and have been an active member of a church my entire life.
When I struggled with mental health, the church community who knew me and loved me was there to keep me close. The support groups I attend are places where I experience the community of God in action, supporting me, offering me hope. Whether or not the words “praying,” “God,” “spirituality,” or “faith” are spoken, this is a family that embodies the unconditional love of God.
-Rev. Dr. Cheryl Magrini
Past president of the Depression Bipolar Support Alliance national board
Wholeness does not mean perfection; it means embracing brokenness as an integral part of life.
—Parker J. Palmer, A Hidden Wholeness: The Journey Toward an Undivided Life