During the darkest days of my depression, the nights were the hardest. My mind became a battleground, racing with thoughts I couldn’t quiet. I would lie awake, staring at the window, counting down the hours until the sun finally rose. When it did, I’d breathe a small sigh of relief—another day had come, and somehow, I had survived the night.

But surviving wasn’t living.

Now, everything is different. I sleep soundly, and when I wake, the first thing I do is open my Bible. I spend time—sometimes 30 minutes, sometimes two hours—just sitting with Jesus, letting His presence wash over me. My depression is gone, and in its place is a deep, unshakable peace. It’s not just the sunrise I look forward to anymore; it’s the knowledge that the Son of God rises with me every single day. I’m not just alright—I’m alive, truly alive, in Him.

How did I sink so low? How did I rise again? How did Jesus become the answer I didn’t even know I was searching for? It wasn’t an overnight transformation, but every moment with Him has brought clarity, healing, and hope.

I’ve learned so much about mental health, insecurity, idolatry, obsessions, suffering, desperation, and distraction—things that quietly plague the hearts and minds of God’s children. But here’s the truth: we don’t have to stay stuck. Jesus calls us to rise above it all and walk in the authority and freedom He’s already given us as His heirs.

It’s time. It’s time to stop just surviving and step into the fullness of life Jesus offers. Because when we do, we don’t just see the sun rise—we rise with the Son.