You Let Me Catch My Breath and Send Me in the Right Direction
By Gabby Llewellyn
I woke up that morning, like I did every morning, with a tightness in my chest. My throat ached, but it was so common at this point I barely even noticed. I had lost so much weight none of my clothes really fit, and the lump in my throat didn’t really make eating very enjoyable.
But to be honest, these prolonged seasons of depression an anxiety had become so commonplace in my life adult life, I’d come to expect them. I turned on worship music while I got ready for work brushing away the tears, not tears of impassioned faith, but because I felt like a spiritual failure. Because the lyrics described a kind of faith I wanted to have but always felt on the outside of— where was MY peace like a river? Where was my easy yoke?