Thankfully, God continued to speak to me and encourage me, and the "down in the dumps" only lasted a few days. I reached out to a few friends, and it helped! Now this week, although I'm still fighting exhaustion, as we continue to work out the bed time issue, I am enjoying life again. I love my life!
When I feel the days of depression, I allow myself to cry. I cry out to God. I cry out to Jonathan. I will also reach out to a friend, letting them know I am having a hard time. I don't call for a pity party, I call for help. I call for prayer. I call for a listening ear. I call because I need to talk my way through what I'm feeling. Then I get out of the house. I go for a run. I go shopping. I find some type of recreation which brings joy and takes my focus off the pain. Most importantly I go to church! I get in His presence. I celebrate all God has done for me! I may dance, I may cry, but something about God's presence changes my situation. And that is why one week later I can say, "I love my life!"