20 & 30 somethings are struggling to be considered independent adults, and are ending up feeling isolated instead, but why?
God is a keeper of promises. He has made us a lot of promises, all of them good, but none of them said that this would be easy. After the fall in Eden, life went from being something simple and beautiful and became about survival. We were promised forever, and we threw it away. Ever since then, we don’t get to have it easy, but what we do get is assurance that we won’t be alone.
I’ve shared a little about my struggle with PTSD and depression, but what about those who are struggling with helping the hurting? How are you supposed to approach being a part of someone’s support system?
Why do some people go through life like everything’s cool, when others of us get freaked out over the thought of walking into Starbucks?