Motherhood, Antidepressants, and Jesus
I am not sure I would have put motherhood, antidepressants, and Jesus in the same sentence about ten years ago. I really wish I would have considered that those three could be a beautiful working trio in my life. I had seen it working in other people's lives. But I didn't have ears to hear.
We struggled through 31 months of infertility (but who's counting) and found ourselves joyfully pregnant. The pregnancy went really well until we hit 34 weeks. My firstborn son was born six weeks pre-mature and we spent 23 days in the NICU (again with the counting).
Laying in my hospital bed just hours after delivering him, I found myself incredibly empty and surprisingly alone. Quite full with life and nurses and friends one minute, empty and isolated and confused the next. My room was quiet. No baby. No husband. No team of people. We had decided that my husband would follow the ambulance that held my son as it traveled 30 miles north to the NICU. And we had decided that everyone should head home so I could rest. And I decided in the darkness: this was not what I had expected.
And so it went.
Expectations can be brutal. In the early years of motherhood, I was often finding myself on this cycle of full and empty, full and empty, full and empty. Full of chaos and diapers and crying. Empty of adult-time and dreams and things to show for my day. Full of love for this tiny person, empty of energy from the long night. Full of questions, empty of answers.
Motherhood was day shift and night shift, it was beautiful and it was gritty, and it had so many moving parts. And somewhere in the whirlwind things got knocked off-kilter.
After my second and then third baby, combined with my part-time job in ministry and my often anxious soul, depression and anxiety were regular, unwanted guests in my life.
So I got to work. I exercised 5-6 days a week. I changed my diet to include brain healthy foods. I went to counseling. I read books and stayed connected in deep friendships and my local church. I memorized scripture. I used oils and supplements. But even with all of that combined, I still battled greatly. I couldn't possibly eat better or exercise more. All of this was still not enough.
After several years, I finally considered antidepressants (in tandem with my diet, exercise, counseling, etc). And my next thought was: But, Jesus.
Can I trust Jesus AND take antidepressants? Was this allowed? Would it reveal that my faith was too small and my depression was too big for God?
Oh my goodness, friends. Let us see that the world fell and with it fell everything. Things simply do not work right. Babies are born early. Cancer takes our loved ones. Anger rages and harms those closest to us. Legs break. Affairs happen. Serotonin depletes.
But God is still good. And nothing is too big for Him. He conquered the sin that broke the world, and He defeated the death that doomed us all. He did this with strength and with grace. And in His grace, He continuously gives us good gifts on our broken earth.
“Whatever is good and perfect comes down to us from God our Father, who created all the lights in the heavens. He never changes or casts a shifting shadow”
Jesus and antidepressants are not opposites. Far from it. Medicine is a gift from God - given to help aide us in this broken world. One of the chapters in my upcoming book, Chin Up, talks honestly about this. I share:
Our relationships broke, the Earth broke, and our bodies broke. Sometimes we need an emergency C-section. Sometimes our arms need casts. Sometimes our brains lack serotonin. Meds are not opposite of faith. Sometimes it takes great faith to take meds.
Antidepressants have been a gift in my life as they work together with good nutrition, exercise, and counseling. The fog has lifted and I can see clearer. Anxiety isn't ruling me and I am able to make better choices. The scripture and God's truth that I have memorized are more tangible than ever before. I am sure antidepressants are not forever, but they are for now.
One of my dearest friends often says: "Meds, The Holy Spirit, and Community. This is why I am healthy." Amen, sister. Let's continue to take a hatchet to the thistles and clear a path for each other. Let's share our stories. Let's point to the King and boast in our weakness - because God's power is perfected. In our weakest of places, His grace is enough.
Also.
I am in ministry. I teach about Jesus, share about Jesus, and lead Jesus-things. I am on staff with a church. One may be tempted to think with all this extra Jesus-padding, I would be bubble wrapped and immune to depression. I am not. Those who pastor are not. People who are all shapes, sizes, and spiritualities are not.
So here I am, sharing weakness and taking a risk. But here God is, giving gifts and delighting in me.
May we find freedom, grace, and hope.
May we call motherhood, antidepressants, and Jesus companions.
Call them gifts.
Call them grace.
“My God brought me into a spacious place. He rescued me, because He delighted in me.”