i was diagnosed with it once upon a time.
i think the great thing about the love of Christ is that He’s not bound to our labels and diagnoses and names for things we barely understand. God doesn’t hear “ptsd” and give up.
he doesn’t hear depression and give up. he doesn’t hear death in the family and give up. He doesn’t hear abuse, unhealthy body image, racism, bullying, suicide, peer pressure, divorce, cutting, loneliness or any other kind of obstacle, and give up.
God is the ultimate Physician, and He’s healing my wounded heart.