Finding Hope in the Midst of Anxiety: A Faith-Based Approach

By Mike Jacquart

If you’ve ever seen the movie High Anxiety, especially if you’re a Mel Brooks fan, no doubt you found it a funny flick. But anxiety is no laughing matter for anyone with a mental health diagnosis.

In fact, anxiety and depression are often co-occurring. People who are depressed often feel anxious and worried. One can easily trigger the other.  “When you get anxious, you tend to have this pervasive thinking about some worry or other problem,” explains therapist Sally R. Connolly in my book, Climbing out of Darkness: A Personal Journey into Mental Wellness. “You feel bad about it. Then you feel like you’ve failed. You move to depression.”

Debilitating anxiety is much more serious than the anxiety we all go through as part of everyday life. Anyone who starts a new job is understandably anxious in the beginning. It’s the same for a lot of new ventures in life. But the anxiety that I experienced were unrelenting emotions that went on every day. They can last months, even years.

Case in point: many years ago I was placed on probation by my employer at the exact same time that my wife and I were house hunting. My wife said, “We need a roof over our heads regrdless of what happens, so let’s go ahead with it (buying a home).” “Easy for you to say, I thought to myself repeatedly. You’re not the one wondering whether you’re going to have a job six months from now.”

Combine worry with the ruminating thoughts that many of us with a diagnosis experience, and you’ve got a pit in your stomach that just doesn’t go away. Go to the grocery store, “how much should we buy, I might lose my job.” Go to church, “God, please help me keep my job,” not realizing that may, or may not have been part of His plan.

Long story short, we bought a home, AND I was in fact, let go. But it didn’t take long for someone with a lengthy writing background to quickly find a job as a reporter, something I had done before moving on to editing. My anxiety largely went away but now it switched gears to depression. I went through the motions, but I felt dead inside, listless and with little energy or hope.

This went on for roughly a year until, sick to death of work I could almost do in my sleep, I accepted a job as a grant writer for a nonprofit agency. Some of my friends thought I was crazy for leaving a job I was good at, for the unknown. And yet, as I wrote in my book, “how many people hate their job yet never quit because they’d rather complain than take a chance on something new.”

Only now, while my depression quickly subsided, excited over a new venture, my anxiety returned and with a vengeance.  These intense emotions went on nearly every day. Not just at work, but also on the drive to work, on the way home, you name it. I was fortunate if I was even able to relax at home.

Notice that I’ve only mentioned prayer and God once until this point. I’m not proud of the lack of trust I had in the Lord at the time, but it was reality for me. Fortunately, through God’s grace this would change roughly a year later when, due to budget cuts, I was laid off from my job as a grant writer.

This time, a faithful God and a loving supportive wife finally had my attention that there was something going on beyond losing jobs. I finally turned to my Bible for some answers, and especially encouraging was the verse in Jeremiah 29:11: For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope. (NKJV). I memorized it and recited it to myself each day. At home, at the grocery store, in the car, wherever I was, the more I thought about the verse, the more I believed it and the better I felt. As I wrote in my book, “When you have been out of work repeatedly, hopelessness sets in.” The words “future” and “hope” were very comforting. In fact, it was not long before my ruminating thoughts changed from a desperate, “I’m unemployed, I’m unemployed” to a more optimistic, “God has a plan. I just don’t know what it is yet.”

The book of Proverbs (3:5-6) provided another hopeful scripture that I committed to memory. Trust in the Lord with all your heart. And lean not on your understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and He will direct your paths. (NKJV). In this case, “trust in the Lord” provided a great deal of solace that kept me on the path of looking to God for answers. In terms of jobs, clearly leaning on “my understanding” was not working very well!

Since I was out of work with plenty of time on my hands, my wife convinced me to make an appointment with a counselor to discuss my struggles with depression, anxiety, and related feelings. After several sessions, I completed a questionnaire, which led my counselor to diagnose “mild depression and Attention Deficity Hyperactivity Disorder.” FINALLY, after years of wondering what was going on mentally, thinking it was mostly about being in the wrong job, I had some answers to my difficulties! I realized that I when I took a new job, depression and anxiety came along for the ride. They subsided during the “honeymoon period” when you’re excited as the new kid on the block. But when this period ends, the emotional issues resurface. They never really go away.

Eight months after my pink slip from the nonprofit agency, and on a prescribed medication that was improving my symptoms, I finally got a job! Recognizing I was still unemployed, a publishing friend of mine, owner of a small Christian publishing business, offered me a part-time position editing one of the newsletters his company produced.

It was not long before it led to more hours, and full time. As his only editor, I eventually took on editing responsibilities for all of the newsletters. I was grateful that my additional workflow increased gradually and not all at once. That would have spiked my anxiety, which I did not need as I continued my recovery into mental wellness.

Between being happier, better able to concentrate, and having few, if any of the ruminating thoughts that had so often “poisoned” my state of mind, I began to realize just  how much my dual diagnosis had plagued me in the past, not only on jobs but also in my personal life.

Since God is the only one who truly sees “the big picture,” I started to realize how God can, and does, make good things out of bad. I worked at my friend’s firm for fourteen years. The longest job I had previously was four years! Even more important were the lessons I learned in how to lean on God, and not just my thinking, thoughts that were often off track of a better plan for my life.

Obviously, not everything remained “good” since life does not work that way. It was during a down period after losing my beloved dog that God led me to Fresh Hope. Through the Lord and my supportive group, that misery is also in my rear-view mirror.

While every life journey is distinctive and every path to wellness is unique, help IS available. Make an appointment for teletherapy, or ask a friend to take you to (or log online) a Fresh Hope support meeting. As I learned the hard way, “You can’t keep doing things the same way, and expect different results.”

MOST important, don’t wait as long as I did to pray and ask the Almighty for help. Whatever it is, the issue likely won’t resolve itself overnight, but the wait will prove worth it. I know it was for me.

Mike Jacquart belongs to a Fresh Hope support group and the author of “Climbing out of Darkness: A Personal Journey into Mental Wellness.”  https://www.amazon.com/Climbing-out-Darkness-Personal-Wellness/dp/B0BQ58KJH4   A retired magazine editor, Mike enjoys sharing his story of “pushing through” on blog posts, podcasts, and other presentations. For more information, contact him at michaeljacquart8@gmail.com.

The Process Of Surrendering Pain and Embracing Desperation

By Scott Box

I recently came across another Fight Club scene while I was researching a quote for an upcoming writing project— I referenced the 1999 movie Fight Club in a previous post: https://pastorbrad.blog/2024/02/29/crisis-control/ —I decided to watch the movie clip I was researching on YouTube to gain the proper context. 

In this instance the character, Tyler Durden, gives an intentional chemical burn on the unnamed narrator’s hand. It is a raw, intense, and twisted moment between Durden and the narrator. 

In the scene, Durden kisses the top of the narrator’s hand and then pours lye on the moisture, causing a chemical reaction that burns through the skin. While the narrator suffers in pain, Durden holds his hand in place and monologues about suffering and how God hates humans, among other things. The narrator tries one coping strategy after another. Eventually, the bowls and dishes are pushed across the table as the scene reaches the climax, and the narrator instinctively dives for the sink. Durden grips the narrator’s arm even harder. “Listen, you can run water over your hand and make it worse or, look at me. Or you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn.”

“Please let me have it, please!” the narrator moans. 

Durden pulls the narrator’s wrist to emphasize, “First, you have to give up. First, you have to know, not fear, that someday you’re gonna die.”

“You don’t know how this feels!” whimpers the narrator with emptying resolve as Durden releases the narrator’s wrists with one of his own hands. Durden brings his own hand to his face. He turns the back of his hand toward the narrator to reveal a scar of a very similar burn. Confused or in awe, the narrator’s eyes shift from Durden’s scar to his fresh burn and back again. 

After a short breath, Durden makes his final point. “It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.”

“Okay,” whispers the narrator while the burn continues, but he voluntarily leaves his arm on the table.

Satisfied, Durden stands, pops the top of a vinegar bottle, and pours the salve on the narrator’s wound. 

Yes, it’s a movie, but it represents real life, too. 

Desperation and chronic pain burn like acid on the back of my hand locked in a vice, unable to reach first aid. 

I’m not drawing more profound conclusions from this brutal scene in Fight Club other than to adjust the perspective. Even though Jesus was God, in His humanness, He depended on and trusted in God, His Father, with His pain and suffering to tell a story of glorious heroic disgrace. Jesus modeled a life of desperation for God, His Father, to help Him. It is how he loosened the vice—He surrendered in humility. Jesus’ form of heroic worship did not fight the “burn”; instead, He surrendered His will to His Father’s will. Jesus “gave up” to gain power and control through His death (John 10:17-18, John 11:25-26, John 12:20-26). 

In Jesus’ Kingdom, the actual outcome of Durden’s quote, “It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything,” is a form of heroism that often looks more like a disgrace—and yes, Durden’s quote does not represent perfect theology—we are not free to do absolutely anything—but that is not my point. My point is about how Jesus faced disgrace to redefine heroism:

“And being found in human form, he humbled himself, becoming obedient to the point of death, yes, the death of the cross.” (Philippians 2:8)

Jesus is our model of healthy desperate dependence on God, the Father, the Great Storyteller. I wonder:

1. What are the experiences in your story that represent the irony of the word combination of “heroic disgrace?” 

2. What do you need to surrender this week, month, or for all of 2025 that may seem disgraceful? 

3. What part of yourself needs to die? Start small if you must. 

For example, my blood pressure is way too high. I have to remove lots of sodium from my diet, so I don’t die young. Plus, I pridefully hate having to be the one with dietary limitations at social events. Ultimately, I chafe at the thought that something so small as sodium can make me feel desperate—like an acid burn on my hand. 

Hold me accountable, please. Let’s be obedient to the point of death, to die to ourselves. How can all of us who support Fresh Hope Ministries help and hold you accountable? Reach out and let us know: https://freshhope.us/contact/ or scott@worshiphero.com

Scott and Kariann Box live in Redmond, Oregon. Scott serves as Pastor of Development at Shiloh Ranch Church and has been a worship leader for over twenty-five years. Kariann works as a Realtor in Central Oregon and supports Scott’s…creative spirit. They have two children, a one-hundred-pound Labradoodle and a four-pound Shih Tzu without teeth. Scott is the author of HEROIC DISGRACE: Order out of chaos. Hope out of fear. ― A Worship Hero Story 

Your Word for the New Year

by Peggy Rice, Hope Coach Trainer for Fresh Hope

We’re several weeks into the New Year. (Maybe soon, I’ll stop writing 2024!) My Christmas decorations have been put away, I’m back home after visiting friends and family, and winter seems to stretch out forever to the horizon. January often feels like a very long month, especially after the hubbub of the weeks of Thanksgiving through New Year’s.

Did you make New Year’s Resolutions for 2025? According to different research sites I looked at, people keep their resolutions for anywhere between 18 days to 4 months. How are you doing with yours?

Or maybe you’re like me, and you didn’t make any. I don’t make official resolutions anymore – quite frankly, I was tired of failing. In my younger years, I’d plan to lose weight, or start exercising every day, or record my gratitudes daily (I’ve talked about this in earlier posts). The problem, I think, was that my resolutions were almost always something I was going to start on January 1, and do every day thenceforth. That’s just not realistic. From 0 days to every day? C’mon!

Several years ago, I latched onto a different approach to the New Year. One of choosing a word to represent what I wanted to build into my character. Or rather, what I hoped God would shape in me. To be more Gentle. To be more Patient. To Abide in Him. Those are just some examples of my previous Word for the Year.

In the past, I’ve taken a survey to help me find my word. (You can find such a survey at https://www.dayspring.com/yourwordquiz.) But this time, I believe that the Holy Spirit brought the word to me.

In my Time Alone with God (I call it TAWG – some people call it Quiet Time) before Christmas, I casually asked God to give me a word that I could focus on for 2025. I wasn’t earnestly seeking one – it was a thought that flitted across my mind as I was praying, so I mentioned it to the Lord. Almost immediately, I thought of the word “Trust.”

As that word kept repeating in my head, I began to pray about it. “Lord, is this what You want from me in the next year? That I would trust You more?” I kept asking God to make it clear to me. And “Trust” would pop into my head at all kinds of random times – as I was driving in the car, or waiting in the grocery line. It seemed like any time my mind would wander, the word “Trust” echoed in my thoughts.

So I began to pray about Trust. And I looked in the Bible to find references to it.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.” Proverbs 3:5-6 NIV

“Blessed are those who trust in the LORD, and have made the LORD their hope and confidence.”  Jeremiah 17:7 NLT

“But when I am afraid, I will put my trust in you.” Psalm 56:3 NLT

“Commit everything you do to the LORD. Trust him, and he will help you.” Psalm 37:5 NLT

“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” Romans 15:13 NIV (my personal life verse)

“You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you, all those whose thoughts are fixed on you!” Isaiah 26:3 NLT

“This I declare about the LORD: He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; he is my God, and I trust him.” Psalm 91:2 NLT

“But those who trust in the LORD will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint.” Isaiah 40:31 NLT

It’s funny – so many of these verses were very familiar to me, but not particularly because of the word “Trust.” Many of them were verses that I had memorized about God’s hope, and peace, and strength. How surprising to me, as I was specifically looking for one word, and the references brought me verses I already knew!

On January 1, 2025, I wrote the following in my journal:

For 2025:

I will trust God, no matter what happens to my aging parents.

I will trust God and His timing for my prodigal children and their return to the Lord.

I will trust God with my marriage – that He will help it grow in Him.

I will trust God with the ministries He’s given me – Fresh Hope Group, Hope Coaching, Moms In Prayer Group for Prodigals, Bible Study.

I will trust God with the lives of those I love – that He is working in their lives.

I will trust God when I am afraid, or anticipating grief or worst-case-scenarios.

I will trust God to bring me into relationships with those He wants me to have.

So how can I apply the word “Trust” to my mental health?

I will trust God, that He is with me when I am feeling isolated and alone.

I will trust God, that He will give me His peace when I am feeling anxious.

I will trust God, that the things He says about me in His Scriptures are the truth, not the lies that my mental health challenge is telling me.

I will trust God, that He knows my heart is to love Him, even when I’m struggling to love myself.

I will trust God, that He hears me when I call on Him, and He will answer.

I will trust God, that He will help me do whatever I need to do today, no matter how small the step, and we will celebrate that victory of my steps toward mental health and away from mental illness.

I will trust God, that He will use my mental health journey in the lives of others, to be an encouragement to someone else who might be going through a similar circumstance.

I will trust God, that He will bring me through to a level of healing where I can live a hope-filled life, in spite of my mental health.

I discussed my word with a wonderful friend today – her word is Surrender. We decided that her word is a more nuanced and mature version of mine – I can trust God, but will I surrender whatever it is to Him? I like that. Maybe Surrender will be my word next year!

In order to remember my word beyond 18 days to 4 months, I bought a bracelet that says “TRUST.” I intend to wear it every day – is that a New Year’s Resolution?!

PS – if you want to, let me know in the comments what your word for the year is!

Peggy has been involved with Fresh Hope as a Group Facilitator for over 6 years and as the Hope Coach Trainer for over 4 years. She can be reached at peggy@freshhope.us.

Coping with a Loved One’s Diagnosis

By Mike Jacquart

“My name is Mike. I have a diagnosis of depression and ADHD. My mood today is....”  “I also have a loved one with a diagnosis…”  Those of us in a Fresh Hope support group are very familiar with the first part of our introduction. But after seven years in a Fresh Hope group, the second part was new for me.

Until recently.

My sister, Tina* was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease earlier this year. (*Names and places are changed to protect privacy). It was a whirlwind year. In January 2024, we went with Tina to the memory center at the Mayo Clinic*, where preliminary memory testing was conducted at that time. The results indicated she had memory issues and began further testing for Alzheimer’s. Tina was devastated at this time, even though the Alzheimer’s diagnosis had not been confirmed (and would not be until May). Devastated might be an understatement. Unable to hold back her tears (or those of my wife and I), a flood of emotions erupted. “Why me?” “How did I get this?” “DO I, in fact, have it, and if I do, what do I do next?”

It was a far cry from my diagnosis twenty years earlier, when I was actually relieved to find out I had behavioral health disorders that could be improved with medical/psychiatric treatment. Alzheimer’s is a different matter entirely. This degenerative brain disorder causes a decline in mental abilities that affects thinking, memory, and behavior. Early symptoms include difficulty remembering recent events and can progress to difficulty carrying on conversations, performing daily tasks and changes in behavior and personality. Some of these were clearly occurring. Tina did not recall her sister Melanie’s* knee operation in November 2023, and she was having great difficulty balancing her checkbook, a task she used to do with ease.

But the dreaded “A word” was perhaps even worse than the symptoms themselves. The Alzheimer’s Association estimates that 6.7 million Americans age 65 or older have Alzheimer’s disease in the United States. (Tina is 75.) According to the AA, that number could nearly double by 2060. While certain medications can slow its progress, there is no cure at this time.

That was the easiest part of this blog post to write. Learning what it is like for someone living with the disease, and all that it entails, involves a great deal of stress and uncertainty, for loved ones, as well as for the individual with the affliction. I dare say, with more ups and downs than a roller coaster, it may have been the most difficult emotional experience I have had in my life.

For instance, Tina called us repeatedly over the phone with what we learned are termed “delusions” – events she insisted were true, or occurred, even though they had not. For starters, Tina accused me of putting personal information about her finances on Facebook. (I hadn’t.) She also said her sister Melanie, and her boyfriend had broken up and wanted Tina to move in with her. (Neither was true.)   I could list numerous other examples.

Even worse than the specific delusion is the stress and worry it causes. Imagine relaxing in your living room, watching TV, when a sibling calls, upset that “you don’t love me anymore” (certainly not true) or “why are they evicting me from my apartment?”  (No one was.)

It was during this time that conversations began with Tina’s primary physician and then a neurologist to determine if it was safe for this person to be living at home. (Tina is single, and lived over 2 hours from us.) And while all this is going on are the repeated calls from Tina insisting that, “I’m stuck in my ways. I’m not moving.”  When all you’re trying to do is help your loved one, statements like this hit you like a ton of bricks. You think to yourself: (How dare you? Don’t you realize we’re just trying to keep you safe?“)

Finally, after many prayers and soul searching, she began to realize she needed to move to a memory care facility. That feeling of peace was a gift of God, a rainbow in our tumultuous storm. Tina is a very outgoing person, so we repeatedly emphasized that a care facility would be a better environment for her than living alone. She’d not only be safer, but she’d have more friends, and loving caregivers and staff.

Roughly two months ago, we moved Tina to a wonderful memory care facility only a 20-minute drive from where we live. Her short-term memory has probably gotten slightly worse, but she no longer seems to have so many delusions that had her so upset in the evening. (I learned this is called Sundowner’s.) Alzheimer’s is similar in a way to other mental afflictions like depression, bipolar, etc., in which only the individual, not other people, understand there is something amiss going on in this person’s brain. After all, unlike an individual who is blind or unable to walk, the Alzheimer’s sufferer, just like someone with bipolar, seems no different than an able-bodied person.  Indeed. On many occasions, Tina seems and acts just like she always has. Highly ambulatory, happy, bubbly, full of life as she loves the many activities at the care center where she lives.But then she tells us her sister Melanie called her several weeks ago, but she says nothing about us all going out to eat for Thanksgiving. You learn to not mention it. Neither does she mention the Christmas card I sent because she doesn’t remember getting it.In short, it has been a difficult time, but also a very rewarding, learning experience in which I am learning what it is truly like to have a loved one with a diagnosis. It’s more than words on a page. Coping with it kicks you in the teeth some days. But it’s not so bad on other occasions, and for those times I am truly grateful.Like any of the setbacks and difficulties we all experience in life, we can take solace that while our journeys may be rocky, God will be there to steer us through. I do well when I remember that. And I hope Tina does, too.

Mike Jacquart belongs to a Fresh Hope support group and the author of “Climbing out of Darkness: A Personal Journey into Mental Wellness.” A retired magazine editor, he enjoys sharing his story of “pushing through” on blog posts, podcasts, and other presentations. For more information, contact him at michaeljacquart8@gmail.com