The doctors tell you that they wish they had a magic wand to help you. You’re left to wonder if it’ll always be this way. You sit in treatment centers and hear dry words that carry death and can suck the life and hope out of someone, “You’ll always struggle to some extent.” You hear that you’re always at a higher than average risk for SI struggles because of treatment-resistant depression. You keep being referred from one therapist to the next because nobody knows how to help you. If that’s you, you’re not alone. OH, BUT GOD. My Savior, my Healer, my Deliverer.
my God has the final say.
annie snyder 