Found Purpose After Depression

I spent three years battling severe depression. Nothing seemed to bring me joy anymore. I had a good job, loving family, but I felt empty inside. I was on medication and seeing a therapist, but the darkness persisted.

My sister invited me to Praying House, but I declined multiple times. Finally, I gave in just to get her off my back. That Sunday, the worship was so powerful that I began to cry - for the first time in months, I felt something.

During the message about God having a purpose for each person's life, something clicked. I had been searching for meaning in all the wrong places. I went forward for prayer at the altar call.

The transformation wasn't instant, but it was real. I started attending regularly, joined a life group, and began serving in the children's ministry. Helping others brought me joy I hadn't experienced in years.

Today, I still have my challenging days, but I'm no longer hopeless. I found my purpose in serving God and helping others. The depression no longer defines me - I am defined by whose I am!