Have you ever walked through a really tough season? Have you ever felt like you had to fight for something that really mattered to you? Maybe you had to fight for your marriage, maybe you had to fight for your children, maybe you had to fight for your job or something you believed in. Maybe you are fighting for something right now.

Right now, I am fighting for me.

At four months postpartum I began a battle with postpartum anxiety. It’s not the fight I ever wanted to fight. Anxiety is crippling in many ways and it’s caused me to question multiple times who I am. I hit my threshold of fighting this on my own and decided it was time to reach out for help. I went to my first counseling session last week and had my eyes opened to a lot. There is a lot of little things that have contributed to my anxiety today, and I plan on writing through them when the time is right. Anxiety and depression is something that my family seems to battle a lot, especially the women in my family. It’s something that we have continued to fight generation after generation. I was, and still am, determined to fight so reaching out for counseling was a big step for me.

I am fighting for me. I am done allowing anxiety to have a stronghold in my life. I am determine to not allow it to further effect generations in my family. In talking to a friend about this fight she reminded me of the most important thing in all of this.

In my fight, I have already been given the victory.

I am not fighting to break this stronghold of anxiety and depression in my family because it was already broken for me. Thousands of years ago a Man was hung on a cross for every sin AND every stronghold that would find it’s way into my life. He already took this anxiety upon Himself, on the cross, and fought this fight. He fought for me, and He came out victorious.

That means that I don’t have to fight. I don’t have to fight a battle when the fight has already been won. Instead my fight is to walk in that victory I have already been given.

When Jesus died on that cross, He took this weight upon Himself. When He rose from the dead, He emerged victorious and conquered this battle. Now it’s about learning to walk in that victory and claiming that victory in my life. It’s fighting to walk in that victory because it belongs to me.

I don’t know what it is you’re fighting. I don’t know what has you feeling loss and hopeless. But someone already took that weight upon Himself. Someone already fought that fight. Someone already claimed that victory. All you need to do is claim it for yourself. That victory is yours. Victory belongs to you. You can get through this, and you will get through this.