Famed philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche once said that even “the strongest have their moments of fatigue.” When I think of what our country has faced in recent years, I’m only beginning to understand how fatigued I am—how my mental health has taken a hit.
I’m not alone: A recent report by Mental Health America found that some 50 million people experience at least one form of mental illness, and 55 percent of them have received no treatment. That’s staggering to me. And while Nietzsche didn’t live through COVID-19 or an endless string of mass shootings, he did endure social revolution, insanity, and typhus. He perhaps understood a kind of spiritual fatigue in ways we may never—God willing.
We’ve spent the past three years no doubt worried over the health and safety of our loved ones. But how often have we checked in with ourselves? How often did we have to remind ourselves to breathe? I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of holding my breath, of being afraid. As we read in Philippians 4:7: “The peace of God that surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds.” That’s a good reminder.
In this issue, we examine wellness from different roads, yet they all lead to one destination: peace of mind and spiritual wholeness. I think we all deserve it.
Inhale. Exhale. Repeat.