I think my anxiety was brought on by the many years of heightened stress I experienced after my dad’s murder. It seemed the stress built up slowly over time until my body simply couldn’t take it any more, and I just sort of fell apart. But it wasn’t just the murder. I think it was a combination of many things––my type-A personality, my need for control, additional stress caused by a high-risk pregnancy, and the normal stresses of daily life––that contributed to my downfall.
I was confused when the physical symptoms of anxiety finally came to a head. I didn’t understand what was wrong with me, and this was when the depression hit. All the medical tests ordered by several different doctors came back normal. In hindsight this was a good thing, but it didn’t feel like it at the time. Not finding a cause for my many troubling symptoms left me baffled, and I watched what shred of hope I had slip through my fingers. This was the final straw that broke me.
As my hope escaped, I fell into a deep, dark place. I’ve never had a therapist tell me this, but I’m convinced that both my anxiety and depression were caused by my past. By all the junk I carried with me after tragedy struck my life. Though I tried not to let it, my dad’s death threw me into a tailspin. Before my dad died, I felt like I was in control of my life. I had everything all planned out. I knew just how my life would play out. But then my plans shattered. The moment I was told what happened, it seemed my whole world came crashing down. I hadn’t planned for this. Life was not going my way. And all sense of control vanished.
I didn’t realize I was doing this at the time, but after that, I tried to grasp hold of anything I could control. I wanted to regain a sense of stability, and I think the only way I knew how to do that was to control all that I could. I tried frantically to hold on to my life, but I never could seem to attain a firm grasp for long. And as time went on––as I struggled to control my life––my level of stress increased.
I was foolish, really, for we cannot control our lives. Control is very much like a mirage in the desert. You think it’s there. You think you have it, but you don’t because control is ultimately not ours to have in the first place. We are not god of our own lives, and any attempt to control our lives is futile.
Scripture tells us God is sovereign over all. He is in control. We are not.
But I didn’t know God at the time all this started. I didn’t have anyone to rely upon but myself. And let me tell you––that was an incredibly difficult burden to bear. As I held on, trying but failing to keep my life under control, I felt myself slipping. Jesus said, “whoever would save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake and the gospel’s will save it” (Mark 8:35). This is precisely what was happening to me. The more I tried to take hold of my life, the more I lost it. But do you know what’s so amazing about that? The more I lost my life, the closer I came to receiving true life.
I had to die to myself to really live. The same is true for every one of us.
But as I was finishing my manuscript a while back, I got to thinking. Now, this may not be the case across the board, but I began to wonder if unresolved issues are behind most anxiety and depression cases. I thought that perhaps those suffering with anxiety and depression also continue to suffer with pain from their pasts. Pain doesn’t have to come out of some crazy tragedy like mine for it to impact your present. As I wrote in my book recently, pain is pain regardless of its cause. Residual pain effects the here and now. And until it’s properly dealt with, it will remain a hinderance to the one who carries it.
I know this was the case for me. I carried the pain of my dad’s death with me over a decade until God began to show me that I needed Him to heal me. But here the thing––I thought I was fine. I didn’t know I had wounds that needed to be dressed. I thought I had taken care of all that years before. But I hadn’t. I hadn’t brought it to my God. I hadn’t laid it down before Jesus, asking for healing like the poor beggar I was. And I had nothing to offer God in return. I was bankrupt in spirit. I had come to the end of myself––died to myself. I had lost my life. But this was the exact place I needed to be. I had just given my life to Christ the year before. I had been made new, but I still needed to allow Jesus unhindered access to my soul so He could dig in and dress my wounds. [Tweet that] I needed to open the doors of my heart so His light could shine brightly, casting away all the darkness within.
And I did.
This is when I was healed. And I am convinced that true healing does not come until we get to this point. I am also convinced that much of the depression and anxiety experienced in this world are the result of not having gone through this process of healing that we all need through Jesus.
Remember, anxiety and depression cannot be controlled. The more we try to save our own lives, the more we lose them. But when we lose our lives to Jesus, we finally allow ourselves to live.
Jesus is our redeemer. Come to Him. Allow Him to work in you, and you will simply be amazed.
Any thoughts? Share in the comments.
Laurie, many of your thoughts are ringing true for me. I am a born-again Christian, almost 14 years walking with the Lord. I have battled depression for most of my adult life (even before becoming a Christian) and I’m in the throes of an episode now. What makes it so baffling this time is that it hit in the middle of a time when I was sure I was obeying God. I had moved to another state to pursue further theological education in hopes of teaching at a Christian college. I had been thriving before this move, serving in church, teaching classes, fellowshipping with family and friends and loving life with the Lord. Then, almost two years after the move, anxiety gripped me, largely due to a high-stress full-time job and coming to terms with not being able to balance full-time work and school. Because of the anxiety, and subsequent depression, I moved back to be closer to family and have been in the throes of anxiety/depression ever since. I am committed to obeying God, even now, and not trying to control the anxiety and depression (thanks for the reminder). I pray that I can press into Him and come out with greater humility and resolve to obey Him and shine a light for others who are in the darkness. Keep shining your light! We all need it! Many blessings
I pray, as several months have passed since you wrote this, that you have seen God pull you through to the other side of the anxiety and depression again. But if He hasn’t, keep pressing on. I don’t believe it’s your lack of obedience that landed you in that spot again. For whatever reason, God has allowed it and He will see you through. This too shall pass!
Hi. I was just wondering did you ever write the post on medication for treating anxiety? Thanks.
laurieacoombs Laurie, thank you so much for your continued prayers for my daughter. I am humbled that with all you have going on in your life: family, your book, this blog, wife, mother, etc; that you even remember us. You are a true inspiration for many.
Studies indicate that as we accumulate stessful experiences our resiliency often diminishes until we develop a disorder like anxiety or depression. Some remain resolute which seems to be the result of genetic predisposition and psychological components. I believe that even with the deepest relationship with God, we can experience the disorders. I’m thinking about Elijah, David, Jerimiah, Job, and many of us today. I appreciate the compassion and understanding expressed by Jesus as restated by E. Peterson in Mt. 5, “when there is less of us there is more of God and his rule.” In that sense the horror of those dark days can, with trust, open a window of light into our souls. I think you said it very well. Thanks.
Well said, Mark!
God will use it all for good!! This baby will be a blessing. I’ve been praying for your daughter (and for you!) to finally reach the end of herself. I was pretty stubborn myself. It took twenty-nine years and several major trials to get me there, but Jesus never gave up, and I am certain He won’t give up on your daughter either!!!
vaderalman PaulaKechisenCollins Those lyrics were just beautiful. Thank you so much.
PaulaKechisenCollins
Paula,
Please know I wanted you to hear this and maybe her for the message at the end.
I think in life often the easy course to take is not to resolve issues; to push them into the background. Everything cannot be solved to our satisfaction but we can work toward resolution so we can deal with it in the most appropriate way. I think the pain of unresolved issues leads to addictions which allow people to numb themselves towards those issue and forget about them briefly. Long term this never works as they rear their heads and demand attention.
PaulaKechisenCollins
Paula,
I came across this song recently and I don’t know your daughter’s circumstance but wanted to share it in case it might help:
Oh Laurie. I am gonna forward this one to my daughter. She suffers from depression and anxiety and it is so bad right now. You know all the situations she has gotten herself into, well now she is pregnant with my first grandchild. I know that this child is a blessing from God and he will use this baby to help heal her. However, she cannot take anything for her depression and anxiety and you know those “pregnancy hormones.” Also, physically she has not had an easy pregnancy. It seems she cannot catch a break. My prayer right now is that she will actually read this blog post and contemplate it. I feel as if she is at her breaking point, but of course, pride will not allow her to see what is right is front of her: Jesus.