I am no stranger to depression and suicide. Based on my personal experience, I view it from a unique perspective. I understand all too well that on many occasions we can become hopeless when we’re in the midst of serious hardships, especially with chronic pain or depression.
Yesterday was my ten year anniversary of being diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. On March 8, 2008, my life came to a screeching halt. Depression goes hand in hand with chronic pain. I lost hope. My dreams were shattered. I didn't think there was a purpose for me to carry on.
In retrospect, as I reflected on everything that I had once faced, I am grateful to be alive. To have walked this unique journey. To learn valuable lessons in life. To come out of this rock bottom battle as a stronger woman of faith.
During those ten years, I endured horrific negative side effects from a combination of medications, including Cymbalta, Ativan, and Prozac. The medicine severely interacted and I had too much serotonin in my body. This led to things going haywire in my central nervous system and neurotransmitters.
In 2013, after fighting for my life, I had friends encourage me to write my own book. To give other people encouragement who may be struggling with similar concerns. While this may have been my biggest endeavor in life, it was a labor of love.
My memoir shares my nightmare and how I survived suicide. My purpose for writing my true story is to give people healing, help, and hope. For them to not feel so alone. The truth about sharing my painful mess is that it can be a slice of hope for those who need it.
Most people misunderstand the dynamics involved with depression and suicide. There's too much misinformation about mental health. And the stigma prevents most men and women from sharing their own hellish ordeal.
Oftentimes, Christians think only those lacking faith would attempt suicide. That if you believed in Christ you wouldn't dare take your life. In my opinion, it's the furthest from the truth. Yet, it's a tough topic usually ignored, dismissed, or minimized in the church. And those churchgoers who faith-shame only complicate the matter.
It’s not necessarily that a person wants to die. More so, it’s that a person is dying to be heard. That need someone to listen to them. They feel isolated and disconnected from others. They cry out for legitimate help. Sometimes, they are suffering to such an intensity that they become desperate to stop the excruciating pain.
What I’ve learned is that there’s always hope for healing naturally. That medicine is not always going to be successful. While there is a time and place for conventional medicine, it doesn’t need to be the first or only option.
In my own experience, I discovered that we have the innate ability to heal. When we give our body and mind what it needs, we can thrive. Without one single toxic drug. Healing is a choice. Healing takes time. With consistency and patience we can make positive improvements.
There’s a wide range of healing methods through clean, plant-based nutrition, herbal remedies, and natural supplements. Keep in mind that each individual is unique. They have their own medical history, sensitivities, and may respond differently. Realistically, for each person, it’s trial and error.
Despite the difficult seasons of darkness and despair, Christ is with us. He has not forsaken us. And He can use our most painful trials for His greatest triumph.
Today, I pray my overcoming the biggest battle of my life can give you hope and encouragement. In victory, I’m living proof that natural healing is possible to regain your health. I am a survivor. I am a warrior. And fighting for my life was worth it.