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Jesus Christ sympathizes with me.  He knows my pain and doesn't turn me away when I'm tired of wallowing in self-pity. Self-pity dragged me down until I could barely lift a finger. There was something about knowing I didn't deserve this pain that justified it but I wasn't getting better.  The first step was to approach the throne of Grace even if it meant crawling. With each stride chirping at my confidence, I crawled across the broken pieces of my heart.  When I reached the Throne my Saviour was compassionate and had already been waiting to heal me.  Healing the emotional wounds that He can heal for you if you approach the throne of Grace. It's never too late.  Ours is not a high priest unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who, because of his likeness to us, has been tested every way, only without sin. Let us therefore boldly approach the throne of our gracious God, where we may receive mercy and in his grace find timely help (Heb. 4:15-16).

  Thank you for following the blog.   By now you’ve read one or two posts, and I couldn’t be happier!   It’s always important to seek help from a mental health care professional, and trust in God for your complete healing. They treat, God heals.   Disclaimer Alert! This blog is not medical advice or a treatment plan and is intended for general information only. This should not be used to self-diagnose or self-treat any health, medical or mental condition. Don’t use this blog to avoid going to your own healthcare professional or to replace the advice they give you.  Consult with your mental health care professional before doing anything.   You agree to indemnify and hold harmless monicahwrites for all losses, injuries, or damages resulting from any and all claims that arise from your use or misuse of the information on the blog. Use of this blog is at your sole risk. 

Religion has been controversial when it comess to mental illness. Others think it's taboo to seek help from medical professionals.  I'm in no way undermining your convictions, but when I prayed I felt peace in seeking help.  Job 2:8 [8]And he took for himself a potsherd with which to scrape himself while he sat in the midst of the ashes. When I read the story of Job I saw how he used a potsherd to scratch himself when the Lord allowed  satan to smite him with boils.   In a way, I too was 'scratching' myself with medication.  Christianity for me is more than just a religion it’s a relationship with my heavenly Father made possible by my Savior Lord Jesus Christ because my good works wouldn’t suffice to cover my sins.   I don’t know your conviction, but mine is that my Heavenly Father would want me to take medication and seek a professional psychiatrist’s help. The same way I would go to a radiologist if my leg was broken.  I don’t understand why I shouldn’t seek a

The prize far outweighs the price At this point I would like to think that Elisabeth Elliot has become my spiritual mentor. She tells me to obey Christ with reckless abandon.  At times I wonder what it is that she would say if she were right here in my suffering. She would cheer me on. She would applaud my searching heart.  The Poem: The Prize Far Outweighs The Price  God beckons me.  He calls my name.  He pursues me.  He runs after me.  He is a jealous God and He wants me to Himself.  How shall I refuse when He gave Himself for me.  How shall I refuse when death was the price he paid for the prize.  I was the prize that far outweighed the price–not even death was too much. 

More often than not people think that suffering is a curse from God. Maybe there is something that you did that took away God's protection and love from you. That's a lie. Reading Elisabeth Elliot's A Path through Suffering has revolutionized the way I view suffering, particularly mental health conditions.  In our culture depression is a form of evil spirit. Yes at times it does come with the devil's tempering. But remember that Jesus told Peter that Satan had asked to sift him as wheat but Jesus would intercede for him and reassured him that his faith would not fail. Imagine that, Jesus Christ saying out your name, praying for you. Depression means you can't pray.  Jesus wasn't specific but simply said he would be sifted as wheat. In the end we see him agonizing so much on his denial of Jesus but his faith didn't fail when he repented. Maybe drugs have led you into depression. Maybe evil spirits have led you into depression. Maybe God's will has led you

 Hi there. I’m Monica.  I have lived experience with mental health. Just yesterday I was laughing with my little brother telling him that if what happened to me was to be a movie, it would be scary. I wouldn’t want to watch it.  But it would be a Christian movie because God wrote my story. I wouldn’t change it for anything because at the core of it is the hand of God. The same hand that propelled me to start this blog to share insights with those struggling with mental health.  Elisabeth Elliot's A Path Through Suffering helped me realize that God wasn't punishing me. My pain was meant to encourage you, and that made it bearable.  Consider me the friend who knows what it is to live with mental illness. One who is learning to find strength in the Word of God. I will share poetry, scripture, and encouragement with you, and there will be a few tears and laughs, but all to strengthen you.  I’m so glad you’re here.