The Antidote for Anxiety and Depression: Trust in Abba Father’s Care – Pt 24
Beauty, Joy & Praise Are Yours for the Taking!
To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.
– Isaiah 61:3
I was sexually abused as a child. I never mentioned it to anyone at the time because I was afraid that no one would have believed me and I never trusted anyone. I thought that it was all a bad dream but having recurring nightmares and flashbacks, I remembered the abuse. Therefore, I was very confused and overwhelmed.
I blamed myself for the abuse. I believed that because I didn’t do anything to stop it and was aroused during the abuse, it meant that I wanted it to happen. For that reason, I felt ashamed, guilty and unclean. As a result, I took regular long bathes washing from head to toe, and was obsessed with purging, trying to be clean but to no avail. I also felt guilty for not telling anyone when it happened.
Additionally, when I was a teenager I was a member of the youth choir in the Church I attended. The Pastor’s wife was the leader of the choir. She often encouraged us as youths to keep ourselves pure until we are married so she told us girls, that “the best gift a young lady can give to her husband on their wedding night is her virginity”.
Well, because I knew that I was sexually abused as a child, I told myself that I don’t have that precious gift of my virginity to give to a husband so I decided then and there that I will not get married. I felt that I did not deserve to be married. After all, who young man would want to marry a ruined like me? Therefore, I felt cheated, inferior and worthless. I grieved the loss of my virginity to child sexual abuse as though I had lost a loved one to death. Every time the Pastor’s wife reminded us that “the best gift a young lady can give to her husband on their wedding night is her virginity”, the more I mourned. Hence, every time a young man showed interest in me, even if I liked him, I would remember what we were told by the Pastor’s wife and I would retreat. The thought of not having such precious gift to give to a husband due to the loss of my virginity to child sexual abuse tormented me for years and I could not stop mourning. Therefore, I had no joy. This I believe was the impetus for the depression, anxiety and the other mental disorders that I suffered.
What have you lost that is causing you to lose your joy and be in a perpetual state of mourning, depression and anxiety?