Genevieve C. West

Last December, I wrote a post called The "D" Word ( which you can read here ) about my depression. My doctor, my husband, and I decided to try Zoloft . After just a few days, my husband noticed a difference in me, even before I did. It's now August, and for the first time in my life, I really like who I am.  I like who I am! I feel like I've finally become the Genevieve I was supposed to have been all along. I can think more clearly. My writing just flows out of me. I can pray. By God's grace, I can sense The Spirit even more clearly. I'm happy with my body just the way it is. I don't feel like every little not-good thing throughout the day, from dirty diapers, to tantrums, to bank statements, to haters, compound one on top of another, sending me spiraling into a funk.  I was genuinely fearful of stopping Zoloft, afraid that I'd go back to the place where I was when I started it.  But, thanks to Jon Acuff's ST

I've noticed a bit of an annoying conundrum in myself: My opinions, and my style of expressing those opinions, seem to piss people off. Though I am assured in my reasoning, having to defend my beliefs to anyone, even folks genuinely asking for clarification, causes me so much distress that it often takes me days to recover, and I find that it's challenging to function in daily life, leaving me questioning: Why has God given me this feistiness to speak up, but allowed me to experience this timidity in defending it? For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline. 2 Timothy 1:7 I know I'm not always right. In fact, I'm never going to be ALL right.  Everything will be skewed by my experiences, my biases, and because I'm a fallen creature. Just because I've formed a belief based on what God has revealed to me, does NOT necessarily mean that I'm right in my conclusion.  In fact, I'