A reminder:Your anxiety is not a sin.Your depression is not a sin.Your PTSD is not a sin.What is sinful is when someone adds to your trauma by telling you that your anxiety, depression, and/or your PTSD reveals a lack of faith in God.
There are some people who could hear you speak a thousand words, and still not understand you. And there are others who will understand--without you even speaking a word.
It's you I like. It's not the things you wear. It's not the way you do your hair. But it's you I like, the way you are right now, the way down deep inside you. Not the things that hide you. ...It's you I like.
A man stands before God, his heart breaking from the pain and injustice in the world. "Dear God," he cries, "look at all the suffering, the anguish, and distress in your world. Why don't you send help?" God responds, "I did send help. I sent you."
Love yourself so much that when someone treats you wrong, you recognize it.
If you find out next week that you are terminally ill--and we're all terminally ill on this bus--what will matter are memories of beauty, that people loved you, and that you loved them.
You wouldn't worry so much about what others think of you if you realized how seldom they do.