I Talk to Jesus and a Therapist

I talk to Jesus every day . . . 

But I also talk to a therapist. 

And before you judge me, hear me out. 

I struggle with anxiety and I have struggled with depression in the past. Some Christians may say I have Satan living inside me (yeah, not the first time I would’ve heard that either). Some may say I just need to pray more for God to heal me. But those of you who have experience with anxiety and depression, you know it’s a real medical condition and it’s something that needs the help of a professional.

Whether that’s medication or talking to a therapist. 

I talk to my husband, yes. He knows more than anyone what goes on in this brain of mine. And he is compassionate and understanding. He gets it, like really gets it. 

But sometimes it’s nice to talk to someone else.

Sometimes it’s nice to hear validation from someone–who is practically a stranger–that your feelings are valid. Your emotions are understandable. And that there is a way forward to process it all. 

Sometimes it’s nice to talk to someone who has insight into what the very workings of my brain are doing; someone who can give me advice on a way forward and through it. 

Yes, I have Jesus. He’s the first one I talk to when I’m going through an anxiety attack. He’s my first line of defense when anxiety strikes. 

But I also know He doesn’t want me to feel lost amongst all of this. I know that He’s given doctors and counselors the knowledge, tools, and gifts they need to help me. 

And so, I talk to Jesus every day . . .

But I also talk to a therapist.