After fighting myself, going back and forth over it, and dispeling my own stigmas about it, I chose to take medication to help me deal with my depression and anxiety.
One reason I made this choice was so my thoughts can just stop racing…settle…quit clamoring for my attention…slow down enough for me to be able to talk to God.
The past year and a half I’ve struggled in my prayer life for two reasons. Discipline is one and the other involves my struggle with keeping my mind from wandering. It doesn’t wander lazily, as if uninterested in the material or as if I lack the desire to sit before Him. It races, quickly zipping from one thought to the next. Focusing, concentrating, being able to quiet my mind and soul-these are things I’m often unable to do because my mind moves at the speed of light. The result? I’m a fidgety mess with a raucous mind at God’s feet and my prayer life sucks.