Instead of reaching out for help from the people in my life or fro God, I let the pressure and stress wear me down slowly the decade following Heidi's kidnapping. Thankfully one child told me what I needed to hear, "Mrs. Buske, You need Jesus." and invited me to church the following Sunday.
It was at this point I started to move forward in God's strength, not my own. And you know what, I realized no one expected me to be strong. A good and healthy cry every now and then is still beneficial because this is when I give all the stress, doubt, fear, sadness, and ick of life over to God.
His shoulders are bigger and stronger. When we are weak, we truly are strong when trusting God to get through. Through, is the key word.
I pray you find strength in the Lord too.
"For the sake of Christ, then, I am content
with weaknesses, insults, hardships,
persecutions, and calamities.
For when I am weak, then I am strong."
2 Corinthians 12:10