I don’t know if it has something to do with entering the third trimester. But about 3 weeks ago, I just went into depression. I was crying daily for every possible reason I could think of. I didn’t want to do anything. I was just in bed. I hardly meditated on God’s word. I didn’t want to read anything. I prayed for healing. I prayed that God would tell me what’s going on. I was angry, impatient and terribly unhappy.
The following week, I decided I’d tell my husband about what I was feeling. I was expecting him to comfort me, tap my shoulder and tell me God is in control. Instead of that, he somewhat told me that I should count my blessings. I should be thankful because every single wife he knows want to trade place with me — be a full time housewife. I should be… I should be… and all the I should be’s that I need to do. Although I knew in my heart he meant well and he said it in the most gentle way possible, I still felt devastated. I felt so inadequate, weak and helpless.
I have known Christ for so many years now. Why do I still go through this? You know what??
