God + Therapy = Healing
God + Therapy = Healing
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Before it all, I was the person everyone knew as fun, loud, and full of life. The one who could make a whole room laugh, who loved people deeply, who had a passion for life. And then, suddenly, I wasn’t. I didn’t understand how I got there. All I knew was that I woke up one day and I wasn’t me anymore. I was drowning in something I didn’t have words for.
I asked God over and over again, Why me? Why this? I didn’t recognize myself, and I didn’t know how to find my way back. It felt like I was suffocating in a place that no one else could see. I remember crying out to God, saying, If this is how I have to live, I don’t want to be here anymore. The pain felt unbearable. The isolation was suffocating. I truly felt abandoned.
Then, in one of my darkest moments, I remembered something someone had once told me:
“God will never leave you in this state.”
I held onto that with the little strength I had left. One day, in sheer desperation, I broke down in prayer. I didn’t have fancy words. I didn’t have strength. I barely had faith. But I spoke from my heart:
“God, Your word says that You will NEVER leave me or forsake me. But right now, I feel so alone. I feel like You’re nowhere to be found. I am Your daughter, and Your word says You are always with me. I don’t want to live like this anymore. I know You have something greater for me, but I can’t see it. I just need You to show Yourself strong.”
And then, in the quiet, I heard God speak as clearly as if He were sitting right next to me:
“If you get up, put one foot in front of the other, I’ll do the rest.”
I sat there in silence, trying to process what I had just heard. It sounded too simple. Too easy. I was exhausted—mentally, physically, emotionally. Getting up felt impossible.
“God, that’s nice and all, but I know it’s not that easy,” I thought.
Again, He spoke:
“If you get up and put one foot in front of the other, I’ll do the rest.”
And in my usual way, I replied, “Okay, God, but I’m holding You accountable for this.”
And He simply reminded me, “My promises for you are yes and amen.”
That was the moment everything shifted. Not in an instant, not in a miraculous, overnight kind of way—but in a way that gave me just enough to take that first step. God had given me His word, but I had to take action.
That’s when I started therapy.
At first, I didn’t want to go. I thought therapy meant I was weak, that my faith wasn’t strong enough. But I was so tired of fighting this battle alone. And I realized—I wasn’t meant to.
Therapy opened my eyes to things I had never understood about myself. Things from my past that I had buried so deep, I didn’t even know they were affecting me. It helped me understand that my depression wasn’t just random—it was connected to wounds I had never healed from, to traumas I had ignored, to patterns I had never noticed. I learned that my brain wasn’t my enemy; it was just carrying weight I had never unpacked.
Therapy gave me language for my struggles. It gave me tools to work through the thoughts that were consuming me. It helped me process the pain that I thought I had to just “pray away.”
But here’s the thing—therapy alone wasn’t my healing. It was therapy and God.
God was walking with me through every session. Every hard conversation. Every painful realization. Every moment where I wanted to give up but didn’t.
Healing wasn’t instant. It wasn’t pretty. Some days, it still isn’t. But I realized something powerful:
God never expected me to heal on my own.
He never intended for me to carry my pain alone.
He gave me faith and resources. Prayer and professional help. His presence and people to walk with me through it.
For so long, I thought I had to choose between God and therapy. But the truth is, God works through therapy. He works through counselors. Through community. Through the steps we take toward healing, even when they feel small.
And here’s what I want to tell you—
If you’re struggling right now, if you feel lost, abandoned, or stuck, I need you to know this:
You are not alone.
The enemy wants you to believe that no one sees you. That no one cares. That this is how your story ends. But let me remind you—God will never leave you in this state.
I don’t know where you are in your journey. Maybe you’re where I was—questioning if you’ll ever make it out of this. Maybe you’re tired of fighting. Maybe you’re afraid to take that first step.
Let me tell you what God told me:
“Get up. Put one foot in front of the other. I’ll do the rest.”
It won’t always feel like healing. Some days, it will feel like dragging yourself through the mud. But keep going. Keep walking. Keep trusting that God will meet you in the process.
Because healing isn’t just about surviving. It’s about living. And you deserve to live.
There is help. There is hope. And God is with you every step of the way.
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For any inquiries, please contact:
LaTasha Williams
With Help Comes Hope
withhelpcomeshopememphis@gmail.com
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