I felt so inferior for not being as intelligent as everyone else. The gnawing feeling of inadequacy hurt so bad, I shut myself off from the world. If no one could get close to me, they couldn’t sink their teeth into me.
But this didn’t make me bulletproof. It left my wounds open and vulnerable. I felt incredibly lost. My actions confused me. Why was I behaving this way?
God heard my question and gave me an answer. Even before I discovered his love. But isn’t that the wonderful thing about God? He is seeking you even if you aren’t seeking him.
In college, I began Psychology courses that gave me insight on why I responded to life the way I did. But that’s about it. It only splashed my problems across my textbook but didn’t seem to provide an answer sheet. I wasn’t given any solutions to deal with this newfound information.
This left me feeling overwhelmed with hopelessness. Depression began to slither into my life at this point. But before it could overtake me completely, I found the love of God. Or rather, the love of God found me.