How do you fight the funk? When you know the triggers you learn to avoid it. But when it sneaks up on you and it pushes you off balance, do you try to figure out what happened as you stagger through the days? Or do you force a smile so big your jaw hurts, in hopes that your emotions will be quick to follow your actions?
I don’t have answers but I’ve been there. It may be that I’m there right now wondering what the heck is wrong with me as tears run down my cheeks when I drive or as I rock my baby to sleep. Food loses its appeal and getting out of bed is worse than getting dental work. My mom responsibilities prevail and get me through the motions of one foot in front of the other and one day at a time. But it makes me wonder how those that don’t have kids for motivation or even those with family that can’t muster the energy because they are deeper into the pit can get through it? I find that it’s ok to cry into the pillow and continually ask God for help and strength. I know he hears. When I am weak He is strong and doesn’t mind carrying me when I feel alone and empty. He knows when the words “Be strong and courageous” are foreign to me and knows when throwing the blankets off is being courageous. And just because the part of “. . .the Lord your God is with you” turns into small print in some distant memory doesn’t mean it lost its power because God’s word never does. I don’t know what I would do without faith because my mind does do run checks for options that I know are only temporary relief.
Hebrews 11:1 Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
I believe in better days. Even though I can’t physically see those days yet, I imagine them and desperately hope for them. So I hang on to that thread of faith and pray you do too if you feel anything like me. It can’t be rainy and gloomy forever the sun will shine soon because there is a season for everything. I hear laughter in the distance. Not from the past but from the future.