Oh my goodness, what a beautiful thread! Believe me, as I type this post, I'm in tears of joy! GOD is a deliverer!
I was never into parties, I never went to clubs, didn't drink, didn't smoke. I was into school and books. I was so proud of myself, thinking I was so smart in school, and there wasn't more to it then that. I was nice to people, but I had a very bad temper. People couldn't talk to me without me blowing up. You really had to tread lightly around me. I believed in God and went to church, but it was mechanical. I didn't really give it much thought.
I had 2 bad relationships before marrying for the first time, got pregnant and had an abortion for my first boyfriend. I never told anyone about that. I didn't want a baby to ruin my life, and I didn't want to shame my parents with a baby born out of wedlock. I carried the guilt of what I did for years, and that started to change me. The start of depression was setting in, but I didn't know it. For the next 18 years the spirit of depression plagued me to the point of making me suicidal.
Long story short, between that, two failed marriages, 2 children I was raising on my own, I became someone else. Everyone could see the changes happening in me, but no one could reach me.
Thank GOD for a praying mother. I accepted Christ as my savior and started getting into the word, but I wasn't delivered from depression. Unfortunately, my depression affected my eldest son, and eventually both of us were on medication. I was on Prozac and Alexander was on Wellbutrin. He was 11 years old at the time.
Finally one day I woke up and went to reach for that bottle and I just stopped. I asked myself: am I really saved? Am I really a child of The King? Why can't I shake this demon? Why am I and my child on medication? Lord, Jesus free me. I don't want to take this medication anymore. I don't want Alexander to suffer. Heal me, heal him!
I don't recommend people on medication do what I did, but I CRIED AND I PRAYED that morning, and I told God I wasn't taking the Prozac any more, and I wasn't going to be giving my son medication either. I wanted to be delivered from depression right there! 18 years of my life was long enough for the devil to plague me with depression. I threw the pills away. And THANK-YOU JESUS, a great weight was lifted off my shoulders that day. I never looked back. And Alexander has come out of his shell, and he's a happy boy today.
I feel such compassion for people who are depressed, because it is a battle that you fight in your mind, but I truly believe that only the power of the LORD can truly free them permanently of that demonic influence.
I'm a happy person today, and I thank God that He led me to this forum. Years ago, I couldn't be on this forum talking to so many women and dealing with so many different personalities, never mind moderating. I might have been banned long ago, but isn't it just like God to show you how much He can change a person?