I guess now I should tell you all why the title of my blog is called “Fighting for my Light.”
Well, initially I wanted the title to be “Fighting with darkness,” but my classmates thought that was a little too dark and it would turn people away from reading it.
What some of them might not know is.. Depression is a dark subject.
So dark that sometimes I don’t change the clothes I wear for days. I don’t wash my hair, or wash my teeth. I don’t go outside. I sit in the dark abyss that my life has become sometimes.
Then, they gave me that advice. Which I obviously took.
But not because they gave it to me. But because my Light is God.
Every. Single. Day. I am fighting for my God. I am fighting to stop the darkness from ever creeping back into my life.
I am fighting to never having to hear the voices in my head tell me I’m ugly, or fat, or my acne is out of control, and if I would just wash my face I would be pretty.
I fight every day to stop that. The only way I know how to stop that is to fight for my God. To fight every day to draw closer to Him.
So, my days begin with morning worship. On my daily commute listening to Christian worship songs. Praying for people as soon as they pop into my head. Encouraging myself and others.
My days end with my daily prayer journal to God. He already knows how my day went, but it’s nice to keep track of what’s going on in my life. Because I seem to forget things way too easily.
My days end with a thankful heart. Appreciating the fact that the Lord gave me another day to fight for Him.
Despite the fact that I wanted to kill myself a few times before.
He is good.
Let me help you find your Light.
Find you Light,