For everything I think there is a reason

I truely do believe that for everything there is a reason. It may be a good thing or it may be a trial we have in our life.
They always say God does not give us more then we can deal with but At the time I wondered. Now looking back I agree, it just seems at the time there is now light at the end of the tunnel.
It was back in the late 80's when I just could not figure out what was wrong with me. I had no energy,I did not care about things and I just felt like manure all the time.It continued to get worse and worse. It finaly got to the point that I just wanted to end my life.There seemed like nothing or anyone could make things better.I kept thinking of how much better eveyone would be if I was no longer living.
I finaly decided that enough was enough and took a hand full of some pills I had at home I was not sure what they were (only to find out later they were a muscle relaxer, well at least I slept good that night).The next day I sought some help and saw a doctor after a friend came and took me there themselfs.
For a while things seemed to maintain themself and I was doing OK.
But in November of 1991 I hit rock bottom. Newly married I was misserable. A new wife and two step kids and I knew I had made a huge mistake at getting married. I could no longer function, I was constantly in tears and for no reason. I decided I needed more help then medication could give me.I addmited myself into a hospital for treatment of depression.
When I was there I would try praying for help to overcome this and soon be well again, but I just could not pray.I could not find the words to ask God for help. That was when I turned to my church family for help.When my pastor of the church I was attending at that time visited me I asked that he please ask the congration to plese pray for me because I could not do it myself.The response was overwhelming, I recieved over 100 card notes and letters of encouragement from people not only in my church but in the comunitte. After 1 month in treatment I was allowed to return to the real world, not an easy task. I had lost 25lbs.( wish I could do that part again)
and had to return to a marriage that I was very unhappy in but was in denial about.I kept saying no things are fine .Slowly I got better and was able to take things one day at a time.
Move ahead about an other 10 years and I was at a very low again. This time I was just starting to attending an other church. We had a special evening in a park with a special time of prayer.I so wanted to ask for prayer but how could I after all I had only been there for a few months.So I kept quiet.On the ride home a couple who had picked me up and I got talking. I told them about my struggles and how I was feeling. To my shock and suprise they offered to pray for me in my driveway before i got out of the car.
It has been through all this I have learned to thank God for my rough times.I've learned to never to be afraid to ask for prayer andto share your burdens.
But mostly I have learned that I now have a special place in my heart for those struggling with depression and I have a heart and an ear to listen and encourage. and pray.
Yes I still struggle but not as bad. But I now know i can ask for prayer and to thank God for how he has made me a stronger person because of this.
I know this was very long but I love to share how God has done great things in my life.
Praise him!!!!!