Christianity and Depression:
It’s Complicated
By LaKeisha Fleming
I’ve always been a happy person. I’m the one others seek out for moral support, or a kind, loving word. It gives me joy to lift others with my words. As a Christian, I’ve always taken pride in spreading that joy and being a strong witness for Jesus—even when it’s not easy or popular.
Once I hit my 40s, I was home schooling my children and—after years of working in the film and television industries—I was starting to see success with my own production company. And I received an answer to perhaps my most intimate, heartfelt prayer; after years of trying, I was pregnant again.
I know it’s cliché, but for me, life couldn’t get any better. I floated on a sense of security and peace, and at that point, my faith felt unshakable.
And then in one fell swoop, I was blindsided by tragedy that not only tested my faith, but forever changed my life.
(Read the article here.)
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