Be Still

Yesterday morning, I decided I was going to kick my depression in the butt.
I woke up, I GOT up (rarely two simultaneous events these days), and I got working.
I made pancakes for breakfast.
I did the dishes.
I folded the three weeks' worth of clean laundry that had been sitting in my laundry room so that my children could once again find some clean underwear to wear.
I started picking up my room...
and then I crumbled.
I couldn't do it.  I didn't have it in me to fake it.  I was yelling at the kids, I was crying at my husband, and I was miserable.
And I felt guilty for being miserable.
So, I finally called my sponsor (after hiding from her for the past two weeks), and talked.  And cried.  And talked some more, and she let me know--I needed some self-care.
Not curling up in front of a movie with a bowl of ice cream style of self-care....I didn't need to numb myself.
I needed to be still.
She suggested a walk, so after I studied and prayed and took the time to be still for a while, my husband and I took the kids to the park, and I watched them play.  I didn't hover, I didn't force myself to participate, I just watched.
And was still.
Then, when we got home and I got them to bed, I did some yoga.  And during the savassanah phase, where the instructor asked me to lay down and be still--the part I usually fast-forward, because it's not "real" exercise, I was still.
It's hard to be still when you want to escape from the darkness of your thoughts, when you want to run, to hide, to ignore or numb who you are and what you're feeling--but sometimes, that's what the Lord commands us to do: "Be still and know that I am God."
And last night, when I fell into my bed and was still yet again, I felt it.
Peace.
Be still.