One day last year, I had this realization… I felt kind of numb, and a voice in the back of my mind whispered, “something’s wrong with you… You don’t care enough… You’re losing your empathy…” and it just hit me weird, so I talked to God about it.
At that current moment, there’s chaos swirling all around me… People who I love were broken, lost, some lost their hope, some hurt the ones they love, some relapsed, some passed away, families are in disarray, my finances were scarily bare… It’s was a weird season even though I had just gotten engaged to a man who loves me extremely well, I have these gems of youth that honor me, I spend my life with these amazing kids, I get to do the things I love for and with God, and have a gazillion blessings all around me… Yet, there’s a lot of heavy, difficult-to-swallow stuff.
A different version of me, in these same circumstances, would have a “Chicken little moment,” and I’d exclaim that the sky was falling… I’d feel all this pain in my heart, mind, and body… I’d slump into this dark place of hopelessness because I care so much for the people I love and there’s nothing I can do to help them… I’d feel lost myself, and I’d have thoughts of giving up, like I’d rather just be dead… I might even pray that God take me home… “I don’t care how you do it, Lord… I’m so tired of this place and this life…”
But that wasn’t me anymore and it isn’t me today… And it felt weird. Like a chunk of me felt missing. Because maybe I formed my identity around this overwhelming empathy… Maybe my codependent nature would normally beat myself up for not attempting to do more or be more than I can handle… And I’ve found that this is actually healthy…
God’s always provided, so I don’t worry much about the finances anymore… I feel for my people, but I also stand in the gap and trust God for them… I’m saddened with grief for my people, but I have so much faith that everything is going to be okay… I’m aware that people have passed away, but I wholeheartedly believe they’re not sad that they’re in heaven, pain-free and joy-filled.
I’m not having that “Chicken little moment,” I’d so commonly experienced before.
So… I’ve come a long way. From the severity of suicidal wishes, cutting myself to wake up from a lucid nightmare, panic attacks where I locked myself in confined places to regroup, depression and anxiety where I used weed or drinks to cope…
To the newer, better me… Sober-minded, faith-filled, and rejoicing nonetheless.
I saw these posts the other day and I’ve just been reminded that when you’re so used to unhealthy, healthy can feel wrong, bad, or out of place. But healthy still wins.


God is good. All the time. Even in the chaos. All the time. God is good. 🙌🙏❤️🥰

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