(I originally shared this with the readers of the Authentic Grace blog. You can read so many more real-life, inspirational stories from some very dear women there.)
I have always loved the image that we are all “beautiful messes” …that there is still beauty in our imperfections and in our faults. Yet, I don’t think this displays the full picture. We’re not supposed to be messes. Yes, we are sinful people that sure make a big mess of things and have messy stuff in our lives, but this was never the intention. This is not the end of the story.
The beauty isn't in the mess. The real beauty is in something else.
I was listening to a song the other day and the main chorus says “your mess is mine”. It’s not a Christian song, but this phrase hit me so hard as something Jesus wanted me to know.
You see, I pretend I’m not a mess, just like you do too at times. But the truth is very different. This is my own messy story…
The Health Nut is Not so Healthy. As a health junkie, you probably think that I don’t have any health issues. And I don’t, really. God gave me this body and I’m doing my absolute best to take care of it and steward it well. Apart from the occasional cold (thank you Calvin and Peter!), I am pretty healthy. Nothing hurts, and I am strong, fast and flexible. I know this body will last a long time, God willing.
But there is something lurking under the surface. It’s easy to hide underneath a “strong” veneer. Sometimes, I foolishly boast about being strong when the truth is that things were weakly crumbling apart inside for a long time.
My mess was that I suffered from depression, specifically postpartum depression.
Not Out of the Blue. When I became a mom, my brain chemistry naturally drifted toward depressive tendencies. In hindsight, I can see that this was probably brewing for a while…my emotions have always been a little fragile. Not too long ago I wrote about my Body Image Battle and the insecurities I have always had swirling around my body.
I wish I had known about my own chemistry long ago when I experimented with starving myself, making myself throw up, running for hours, and the occasional cutting (wow, that was a really hard sentence to write).
These are not normal teen/college angst behaviors. I am positive that there was depression going on then, too.
Baby Changes Everything. Everything came to a head with the birth of my oldest, Calvin. The nastiness of these deep emotions grew into the biggest ball of postpartum depression, which wasn’t diagnosed until he was 10 months old. Up to that point, I hated being a mom. I didn’t like him, and I wanted to quit. I felt trapped in a new life that I deeply hated. Several times, I seriously considered driving away and never coming back. (Or worse.)
Everyone else loved their babies and fully embraced mom life. They actually liked being a mom. I didn’t understand them. I hated every part of it, and then my interest in everything else waned. I didn’t want to go anywhere, participate in anything or even have a conversation with my husband. I didn’t care about life.
“Just workout…you need some endorphins, a little serotonin and some fresh air. And you just need a little help with the baby. This isn’t that serious, you’ll be fine.” I was in denial.
I was always a firm believer that fitness and healthy eating could fix a lot of psychological issues, and for many it does, but for me it did not even come close.
No, I needed help. These “baby blues” weren’t going anywhere. This was really bad.
Helplessly Surrendered. I felt like such a mess. I wanted to enjoy motherhood and have fun with my baby and our new family. I didn’t want to walk around in a haze of apathy and irritability. Was this how being a mom would always feel? I didn’t sign up for this!
Somewhere in the middle of all this mess, I surrendered to God. And let me tell you, the process of surrendering to Him was not pretty. I had to admit I had a problem that I wasn’t able to fix…that I didn’t have it all together. I eventually woke up to the fact that God wanted to heal my body, brain and emotions and give me His joy. So I finally reached out and asked for help.
I understand that mental illnesses like depression come in many forms and in varying degrees. Many studies have shown that diet changes, physical activity and other more natural interventions can be quite effective in reducing the feelings of depression and hopelessness. As a fitness trainer and nutrition coach, I was obviously already doing these things, yet still felt ugly inside.
Yep, I'm on Meds. For me, medication worked instantly, and I still take it every day. If I stop, it's like Jekyll and Hyde. I’m not ashamed now of needing medicine, and I’m no longer ashamed of my psychological mess. I know that God heals me on a daily basis through the medicine. The glory is His.
God saw me and loved me in the middle of such an ugly mess and offered to take it away. "Give it to Me", He urged. "Let me take it."
No matter what, mom-life is a messy life. It just is. But, we must realize that we can stop trying to hold it all together. God can see through the veneer of strength anyway. He can see when we’re falling apart inside and when we really need help.
Indeed, there is so much more to the "beautiful mess" picture. It's not enough to simply admit that we're messes, as beautiful or ugly as we may be. The real beauty is in letting Him take our messes from us.
“Yes, you were a mess, but that is mine now. I have taken your ugliness, your imperfections, your problems and your faults, and replaced them with ME. You’re a new creation, no longer with a heart of depression-filled, ugly stone. I have given you a new heart full of joy, love and hope. Your mess is mine.”
"I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh." Ezekiel 36:26
Please, please if this story hits close to home with you and you haven't reached out for help yet, do so today. The moment you surrender and admit this is beyond your own capacity to fix, you will be overwhelmed by the love and support you will find. I am honestly praying for you today.
Megan P. Dahlman
Hi friend! I'm a Certified Strength & Conditioning Specialist, Precision Nutrition Certified Coach, Wife to Scott, and Mom to two crazy boys, Calvin & Peter. I train hard, eat well, rest just enough to keep going, and do my best to maintain a heavenly perspective. I'd love to coach you to do the same. Cheers!
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