Depression selected me. No, I didn’t choose it. I never knew her and she was never an acquaintance.
I was lured into the knot by fear and anxiety.
Now, Nothing matters. I’m not good enough. The words she speaks in my head have killed my ego, esteem, Faith, and Hope.
Death is all that I deserve. Nothing else matters.
Let death select me! if not, I can just walk into it.
I look out of the window of depression, people laughing, sitting still, living and cheering even with little.
Alas! That’s the other side of my home, depression
“Walk over to the other side”, they said.
“Do it with intent.”, they said
I tried it all, intent, prayer, Faith and all of that, nothing works. Their words drown me deeper.
Then I searched the Word of the Creator, I should have gotten a note from Him, after all, He selected me first. A death note or any note will do for me.
I searched through and there it was, His promises, they were real. His Words, they were life. His Spirit, it was balm. His Name was Fortress. His Praise was Weapon. His Presence was Joy.
I felt it. I found it. I found my Peace.
I will protect it day and night. I will protect my peace and protect the gift from the Mouth of my Creator that says, I am Selected.
Indeed I am Selected. 1Peter 2:9