Weekend Links {16}

Weekend Links

Remember when I said that I was going through all my old posts and updating them?  And I also said that I’d be reposting my favorite ones on Thursdays and posting the rest of them throughout the week on Facebook and Twitter and on my Weekend Links?

Yeah, I haven’t done that, obviously.

Partly because the last two weeks have been hard.  And when I struggle with depression and anxiety on that level, it’s all I can do to take care of my kids.  Blogging becomes impossible.

And partly because I’m finding many of my old posts can’t or shouldn’t be updated.  They should quietly live in the archives where no one will ever see them again.  They are not good.   I’m not trying to be humble here.  I’m serious.  I can say this with certainty, because it’s my blog.  And if I’m reading them, cringing and/or bored to tears, I am certain you will be, too.

In the beginning of my blog, I was blogging from material I had previously written for Bible studies.  So, most of those early posts are insanely long and contain 27 scriptures and had multiple parts which became a series.  I’m still trying to figure out if I should save that stuff for a book or repost it in shorter, more digestible blog posts.  I just don’t know.  So, those are staying where they are for now.

In 2008-2010, I was also trying to find my voice, my niche and my direction.  Many of those early posts reflect that awkward growth process.  It’s like revisiting Blog Adolescence.  Where my blog had acne and wore Jordache jeans.  No one needs to go back there.

All that to say, I’m going to continue going through old posts, updating where I can. As I do, I will be promoting them when I think I found something you will like.  It just may not be every week.  And I know you don’t even care about all that, because, you are the kindest, most supportive readers on the internet.  But I like to keep you in the loop, because I like you.


Speaking of depression, that post I wrote on depression and anxiety really struck a chord with you.  Thank you to all the people who reached out privately through email or text to offer support or share your own struggles.  I thought it may be helpful to post a few links to other posts I have written on managing depression.  I also have a Pinterest board on Natural Remedies for Depression, and you can find a few more articles there.

Why We are Going Gluten Free

Probiotics For Depression

Should You Cleanse?

Natural Remedies for Depression

Are You Depressed?

SAM-e For Depression

13 Questions I Ask Myself When I’m in a Funk

I tell the story of being diagnosed, going on meds and going to therapy in 2008 in a blog series. You can find those posts here, here, here, and here.


Enough about me!  I discovered a new favorite blog.  After poking around for awhile, I grabbed these two posts for you to enjoy.

The Art Of Simplifying, by Melissa Camara Wilkins

How To Be Seen, by Melissa Camara Wilkins


Oh, did you read about this mom who wrote the letter to Party City about the sexy little girl costumes?  I want to stand on the bleachers and cheer her on.  Great letter, well-written, worth the read.

Mom Challenges Disturbing Costume Trend in Open Letter to Party City


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Some Thoughts on Depression and Anxiety

Last week, a dear friend invited me to a luncheon. It was only Wednesday, but already it had been a rough week. I was dealing with some life-sucking situations with loved ones. This super-sucks for me, because life-sucking family situations are primary triggers for my depression and anxiety.

Some Thoughts on Depression and Anxiety

When I get that way — when the depression and anxiety get as bad as they were last week — I’m paralyzed. The thought of a luncheon with a friend does not sound fun. It sounds impossible. Truly. When I consider the amount of energy it will take for me to pull off looking cute AND socializing for an entire hour, I just can’t even.

What I wanted to say to her was this: I don’t know if I will be able to function. I’m so far behind in everything. All I’ve done this week is cry and sleep. I’m not sure if I need to force myself to see people and socialize or if I need to wrap up in a blanket and take a nap. But I’m pretty sure I can’t pull off a luncheon right now. I need to see how I feel.

Probably not the response she was anticipating.

Instead, I texted her this: Thanks for the invite. I will look at the calendar and let you know. (Smiley face)

And she wrote back, “Sounds good!” (smiley face)

I could have left it at that. That’s what I normally do when I’m struggling.

But instead, I paused, staring at my phone. What if I just tell her what I’m dealing with? If I had the flu, I would tell her that. This is every bit as debilitating, but not contagious. What if I tell her the truth?

So I replied: When do you need to know? I had a very unproductive two days so far because my depression/anxiety is bad right now. I want to see if I can catch up on some things around the house before I decide. Is that okay?

It was out there.

Usually, I wait until I’m on the other side of it to disclose that I went through it. I hate making myself vulnerable in the middle of the struggle. Mainly because so many people don’t understand depression and anxiety. And also, people say really stupid things.

For example, twice in the last few months I heard ministers say, “And then I felt like, what I GUESS was depression. I don’t know because I have never been depressed, THAT I KNOW OF. But I shook it off. It only lasted a day and I moved on.”


You guys, that is not depression. That’s a bad day. And incredibly insulting to those of us who fight this invisible battle and can’t shake it off.

Calling that depression is like pointing at a freckle and calling it Stage 4 melanoma. Or clipping your toenails and calling it an amputation.

It doesn’t go away in a day. Ever. And if it were possible to shake it off or rebuke it, there is no one who would be more willing to do that than the one who suffers.

I still ended up skipping the luncheon, but I wasn’t isolating. I was just taking good care of myself, being realistic about what I could manage.

My friend, though…she was awesome. Her response was caring and gracious and empathetic. It opened up the door for a loving and supportive exchange. I knew I was not alone and I knew someone was praying for me. She’s checked on me every day since.

Some thoughts on depression and anxiety
Today I read this quote:

“Sometimes I will say to new friends, apropos of nothing: Hey, just so you know? I have depression and anxiety, and sometimes they’re overwhelming, but right now they’re okay. I say it because if you aren’t seeing that, you aren’t seeing all of me. I know that being known starts with being seen, but there’s no logical time to bring it up, so I crack that shell early. Then I have to follow up with: No, I’m fine right now. No, really, please don’t try to bring me meals. I’m good. I just wanted you to know, because when I am in the middle of it, I don’t have the energy to explain. I can’t be telling you about it then.” ~Melissa Camara Wilkins~

I just wanted you to know because when I’m in the middle of it, I don’t have the energy to explain.

I can’t be telling you about it then.

OMG. Yes. Yes. Yes.


My husband recently participated in a fundraising event called Bike to Beat Cancer. He road 65 miles and raised $1000 to help fund cancer research in our community. It’s a wonderful event. Incidentally, the very day he rode, I attended a funeral of a 25-year-old friend and cancer victim. It was heart-wrenching.

I love that we have fundraisers for cancer. I love that he rode in it and raised money. I love that everyone is aware of cancer and fighting to find a cure. It’s awesome.

But have you ever noticed there are no fundraisers called, “Bike to Beat Depression and Anxiety?” And there’s no “Wear Black Day” for Depression Awareness. There are no marches downtown where people hold signs and the media puts it on the local news and we all rally around the depressed.


Globally, more than 350 million people of all ages suffer from depression. It’s the leading cause of disability worldwide.

People die from it too.

It’s called suicide. Did you know about 1 million commit suicide every year? (source)

In my community, it’s the number 2 killer in people ages 15-24.

God, how I hate those statistics.

some thoughts on depression and anxiety


And at the risk of sounding self-righteous, I do a lot of things to take care of my health, physically, spiritually, emotionally and relationally. I eat a very clean diet. I exercise daily. I pray. I am happily married. I have loving relationships with my children. I have good friends. I have a good church. I had a good childhood. I am financially stable. I serve people, doing work I enjoy.

And yet, I suffer from depression. I have for years. Go figure.

Depression doesn’t mean you don’t have your chiz together.


Depression and anxiety are horribly misunderstood. Even by those who love us most and know us best. I’m not judging. I experienced major depression, on and off, for years before I understood what it was. Some of the people who know me best still don’t understand it, because they have not experienced it.

So, let me give it some clarity. These are some things I jotted down while I was wallowing in the pit last week and the week prior. I don’t normally document it, because it’s ugly and hard. But I did last week.

If you have depression and anxiety, maybe this can help you articulate it. If you don’t have depression and anxiety, maybe this can help you understand it and love your people better.

Depression is not grief after a loss, though grief can trigger it.

Depression is not irritability because you didn’t get enough sleep or you ate too much sugar, though lack of sleep and poor diet can trigger it, too.

Depression is not crabbiness, though it usually makes you crabby.

Depression is not a bad attitude, though your attitude is most certainly affected.

Depression is not laziness, though it may make you want to stay in bed.

Depression is not separation from God, though you may feel a million miles away from Him.

Depression is not something you can “cure” or “snap out of” or “rebuke” Trust me, I’ve tried.

For me,

It’s sadness when everything in life is fine and there is no reason to be sad.

It’s uninvited heaviness that shows up when the moment my alarm goes off. I didn’t plan for it and I don’t have time for it.

It’s hopeless and exhausting.

It’s the inability to focus on anything at all.

It’s reading the same sentence five times before I comprehend it.

It’s forgetting why I walked into the room. Every room.

It’s staring inside the cupboard forgetting why I opened it.

It’s getting to the grocery store, forgetting my purse, saying “screw it,” and driving back home and crawling into bed. (This happened.)

It’s going into the bathroom and sitting on the floor and crying so my kids don’t see me. Then flushing the toilet and washing my hands so they think I peed.

It’s knowing I need to get up, get moving, get work done, but my body and mind are sitting in sludge unable to move.

It’s every journal entry beginning with “Jesus, help me.”

It’s like running on a treadmill when everyone else is sitting in lounge chairs sipping lemonade.

It’s like waking up wearing a weighted vest and then told I need to run a marathon. (A marathon I forgot to write on the calendar and didn’t train for.)

It’s like waking up in the basement when everyone else wakes up on the first floor.

It’s like walking through my house in the daytime with light-blocking curtains and sunglasses on.

It’s like incessantly trying to fill up with joy, except there is a leak in my cup and I can’t locate the leak or plug the leak.


Some thoughts on depression and anxiety

And anxiety…

It’s that nervous feeling I have in my stomach before a big public speaking event, but there is no event. I’m just making toast or putting away dishes. It won’t go away.

It’s a skipping CD, playing the same annoying thoughts over and over.

It’s my skin feeling like it has a million extra nerve endings.

It’s my brain feeling like the world turned up the volume and I can’t turn it down.

It’s waking up feeling like I’ve been fighting with people all night because of nightmares.


We need to talk about this. We need to say, “This is a legit illness and it’s okay to get help.” We need to give people some grace when they are suffering. We owe it to ourselves and our loved ones to be educated about this condition.

There are many known treatments for depression and anxiety. Some involve diet and exercise. Some involve therapy. Some involve identifying triggers and making changes to control them or avoid them. Some involve medication. Some involve hospitalization. Sometimes it’s all that.

For me, I begin what I have dubbed Radical Self Care. This involves being very kind to myself. It means a lot of rest. It means the best, most nourishing food. It means trading hard-core workouts for yoga and walks out in the fresh air. It means quiet days at home with absolutely no rushing. It means surrounding myself with everything that feeds my soul: candles, music, books, baths, and scented lotions, all of it. It means I will probably say, “Can I reschedule?” It means lingering in prayer and worship with my Bible open and a cup of hot tea.

It means knowing I have the safety net of therapy and meds if I need it.


If you are suffering from depression and anxiety, please do whatever works to get better. Implement Radical Self Care. Keep trying, until you are out of the pit.

If it gets to the point where you want to stop trying, please tell someone.


If you love someone with depression and anxiety, here are a few things that may be helpful:

1. Treat the person with the same tenderness and concern that you would if they told you they had the flu or cancer. (Realize most people won’t come right out and say, “I’m struggling with depression right now.” You may need to ask.)

2. Give her space to work through it, but check on her often to make sure she’s getting better and doesn’t give up.

3. Ask, “What can I do for you?”

4. Ask, “How can I pray for you?”

5. Ask, “Do you want to talk about it?”

6. Ask, “Are you taking good care of yourself?”

7. Ask, “Did you make an appointment with your doctor/therapist?”

8. Say, “I love you and I’m here no matter what and I’ll keep checking on you until I know you are over the hump.”

I love you no matter what





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