After all the efforts I made to change my lifestyle so I wouldn't be at the mercy of my depression and anxiety, I'm facing a relapse. I visited with my therapist just last week to check in and suddenly I can feel the bizarre shift in my emotions and thoughts that signal an episode. I inadvertently encountered a trigger when I was reading on the trails of Congolese women.
Anyone should be horrified, but I can't shake the emotion. The hollow and empty and yet so crushing despair and hopelessness is getting though whatever protection my medication afforded me. I do not want to get drug down into relentless suicidal thoughts again. I hate the voices.
Please, pray for my mental stability and for me to find a church. Finding a church is one thing I haven't succeeded in accomplishing, and I am positive spiritual dryness is part of why I am as subject to this kind of distress.
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