I’m Taylor. And this is my story of being healed of depression.
I have been a Christian all of my life and thought I would never experience anything like depression. Had no problems. But then it happened. It first started when I was 12 years old when my uncle had died, and I was devastated. It happened so suddenly and the whole family was shocked, it was really a tough time for everyone. I managed to get past the funeral and burial without any tears, but I was hurting on the inside and didn’t show it because I felt unworthy of mourning for him because we were never that close.
Then my grandfather got put in a nursing home because he had Alzheimer’s. That crushed me. His Alzheimer’s got worse as soon as he was placed there. Forgot who I was. Forgot who his children were. And forgot who his wife was. It once again was a tough burden on everyone.
I began to feel depressed after all of these tragic events happening, thought about running away from home. Committing suicide. Cried myself to sleep at least 4 nights a week. Was self-conscious about my body. Was thinking of becoming anorexic.
I had loved church all my life and enjoyed going. But passion to go was missing. I was going through the motions. I knew God had a plan for my life and I really think that’s what kept me alive.
I never told my parents what I was going through. I felt like this was something that they never had to go through. My parents were already stressed, and I didn’t think they would even get it. Just get mad at me.
It started getting worse. I was mad at people for no reason, was stressed over school, and just wanted to die. Never took any anti-depressants, so I was feeling miserable. I honestly know that it was God who kept me alive. I was really down, even on my birthday. I just wanted to sleep all day.
I isolated myself from everyone, when I should have told someone. I put on a face out in public that everything was great, when really, I was dying inside. Thought about texting my best friend, but I didn’t, and she was going through the same thing.
Then we had a movie night at our church, “Finger of God” by Darren Wilson. After we had a time of prayer, and I asked God,
“If it’s your will, tell someone to pray for depression over me.”
The pastor had asked how I was doing, and I broke down crying. I couldn’t hide it anymore. I was done. And he had prayed for the spirit of depression to be broken off of me.
I then was healed by the power of the Holy Spirit and set free. I was back to my normal self again. God is doing wonderful things, and if you are struggling with depression, talk to someone. A pastor, a parent, a best friend. Because they will pray for you and help you through this.
God Bless 🙂