I’ve been taking quite a break from social media to deal with life stuff. How odd it is that today I decide to pop in for a bit and find so much circulating in my newsfeed about those speaking up about depression and anxiety. I guarantee you, there is at least one person in your life that deals with these often crippling conditions. And it is usually the person you would least expect. Some struggle more than others, or less frequently than others, but the struggle is always a struggle, no matter how short or intense its duration. There is such sad stigma about these conditions, especially when it comes to writers, but the reality is storytelling for writers is a healthy outlet, just as this blog post discusses, because it reminds us we are not alone. I honestly do not know where I’d be without storytelling and the enormous support of my writer, reader, and blogger friends and family, reminding me I am not alone.
My latest book The Replacement was the most mentally taxing thing I’ve written yet. It is heavy and in many ways, unbearably sad. Regardless of how it drained me emotionally, it was without a shadow of a doubt one of the most cathartic things I’ve written. It was further assurance for me that writing and reading can and DOES have a profound impact on the soul. I salute every writer for being brave enough to be vulnerable by dumping their insides out on a page to share it with the world. When we choose to be vulnerable, we give others strength. And we never know just who we are reaching, who we are inspiring, or who we are making smile, laugh, or cry.
So, to stand with author Quinn Loftis and so many others today who chose to speak out, I’ll say my name is Rachael Wade and I struggle with periodic depression and general anxiety due to trauma. I believe I was created by a loving God and that He never abandons us–not even those who lose the fight. I believe in Good and Evil and I don’t care how ugly the world is, there is still beauty. There is still Good. There is still peace and love. There is still hope. The negative just tends to be louder than the positive. The Good is gentle, quiet, and more subtle in the face of darkness, but when sought out and embraced it shines brighter and stronger and it always, always wins, even when we can’t see it or feel it. Darkness flees because it can never kill love. The love we give to one another when we’re suffering. The love that keeps us holding on and inspires and uplifts us. Love always trumps darkness at one point, somewhere down the line, even in the face of loss. Which is why I believe I am not alone, you are not alone, and together we have the power to live, enjoy life, and conquer.