God Keeps His Promises

It has been nearly two years since I experienced what I can only describe as a “nervous breakdown.”

It started in April of 2012, coinciding with the birth of our book, The Gift of Giving Life, a year and two months after my fourth child’s birth.

And then my Grandma died. And I fell. Fast.

After several months of struggling to breathe, struggling to eat, struggling to keep the panic and despair from crushing me, God sent a friend to my home. She said, “I think maybe it’s time for you to try medication.” I had resisted medicine for a long time, trying countless natural remedies for anxiety and depression to no avail. Since I have started feeling better, I have learnt of sour dream and other strains of cannabis which are said to help alleviate the symptoms of anxiety and depression. I had no idea that there were so many different strains and that so many could have helped. They have great names as well – take the tuna rockstar strain for example! Had I known all of this earlier, I could have tried it. There’s so much helpful information regarding cannabis, too, especially if it’s your first time trying the drug. For example, there are sites dedicated to the tools you need to smoke weed, including dab rigs, bongs, and pipes; see them here! It’s certainly very accessible if you want to try smoking weed to reduce the intensity of any ailments. Anyway, at the time my friend had been where I was before and she could see that I needed more help. She went with me to the doctor. I got my prescription. I held the bottle in my hands, but I was terrified to take it.

So I did the one thing that I always do when I don’t know what to do: I asked my husband for a blessing. In the blessing, God told me that “the medication would be of benefit to me” and that I would “be healed.” With that promise to give me courage, I took my first dose the next day, August 1, 2012. Adjusting to the medication took many weeks, but I clung to that promise despite horrific medication-induced insomnia, emotional ups and downs, and an even-more-horrific spiritual numbness that came over me.

It was during this dark period of adjustment that I hit my deepest lows, losing my very will to live. But, with time, as my body adjusted, my mind and spirit began to come back into balance. My co-authors prayed me well enough to join them in the Los Angeles temple in September, a miraculous feat.

As we celebrated my 32nd birthday, nearly three months after I started my medication, I was truly happy again. I was eating (and finally gaining some weight back). I was enjoying life. I had endured so much discomfort, despair, fear, and doubt in those weeks of adjustment, but God’s word was true. The medication had been of benefit to me. It had helped save my life. God’s promise was fulfilled.


The relief was so magnificent that I couldn’t help but exclaim in joy and complete sincerity (on a nearly daily basis), smiling from ear to ear to my husband: “I don’t want to die today!” The victory of that declaration filled me with overwhelming gratitude to God and to my many friends and family who had helped me reach that triumphant place, most especially my husband.

The next question that filled my heart and mind was: “How long?” I wondered, “Will I need to take this medicine for the rest of my life?” I was willing to accept whatever I needed to do to stay stable so that I could take care of my family, but I also hoped that I would find a way to heal whatever needed to be healed so that I could move forward without medical assistance.

In another priesthood blessing, God answered my question: “You will be able to be happy without medication.” He didn’t tell me how long it would take, but I was satisfied with just knowing that someday I’d get there. And so I went on, taking my medication, feeling grateful for my rescue from the darkness. 2013 came and then 2014.

It has now been a week since I took any medicine.

About a year ago, I started cutting back on my dose, little by little, very slowly, adding in supplements recommended by readers and friends to ease the withdrawal. I took a dose last Tuesday, but when I was due for another dose I felt restrained from taking it. The next day I felt restrained, and the next, and the next. I didn’t hear a voice, but I felt a message in my gut: “You’re ready. It’s time.”

I have said to my husband more than once in the past few days, “Now watch, I’ll probably crash next week.” (<---That's a text message from “Anxiety Girl,” of course.) He shakes his head and says, “Nope. You won’t.” And I think I believe him.

The other night, I asked him for another priesthood blessing. He said, “God wants to remind you of the promises He has made to you. He will keep those promises.”

God kept His promises to me.

I am happy (without medication). (!!!)

6 thoughts on “God Keeps His Promises”

  1. Lani, this is wonderful. I love that you had the faith to take the medication and the faith to listen for when not to take the medication. Personal revelation is only helpful if we listen and heed the promptings we get. You have always been a great example to me of following promptings.

  2. So happy for you! It is such a gift to have promptings and takes faith to follow them! Great job on both accounts.

  3. What a miracle! I have had digestion issues for years and, like you, tried every natural remedy under the sun. It finally got so bad this year that I had to go the the doctor. And the diagnosis was sobering but I was finally humble enough (though still slightly terrified) to take the medications that were given to me. I am now slowly healing. But, like you, God has promised me healing even though I am now classified as having a lifelong “autoimmune” disease. I too know he will keep his promises to me. He is so good! Wahe guru!

  4. Thank you for sharing. I have had a similiar journey and now years later that experience helps me to reach out and understand what many of our sisters are going through as I serve in our stake. I am always amazed how our Father in Heaven knows exactly what we need to experience to bring us closer to him and to help others.

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