#8: Help Me, Jesus

When even waking up feels like a full-time job

Jul 09, 2025

Hello love!

Welcome to another Wednesday letter. If you’re just joining us for the first time, Hey! I’m so glad you made it here❤️

This is a supportive Christian community, and certainly I’m not the only one with stories to share. So please, feel free to drop your thoughts in the comments. You never know who might be edified by your words.

Now, before I say anything else, I need to make a confession. I wasn’t going to send out a letter today. Phew! I know.

But wait before you judge me, can I talk to you like a friend? Not like another reader or “subscriber.” Just…like a friend who’s sitting across from you in yesterday’s hoodie, clutching a lukewarm cup of tea and trying not to cry in public.

Thank you🥲

So here’s the thing: I usually write my posts for the week on Saturdays. I sit on my table, draw out a sheet of A4 paper, and let the Holy Spirit co-author the thing. This Saturday I even did a little victory dance when I finished.

I was so excited about how the story lined up, another piece from my service year adventures. I was eager, couldn’t wait to share it.

But sadly, I’ve had to take a breather from it. Just for this Wednesday. Not discarding it, just a healthy breather. Because I found my brain a little overstimulated.

The jobs I work outside of writing have been draining me like a fancy mug with a crack at the bottom. My creativity, motivation, energy, everyone just decided to go on leave without notice.

Everything has become a drag.

From writing to praying, working out, getting ready for work, even eating. Right now, resting even feels like a luxury I can’t afford.

I want to unplug. I want to block out the noise and just breathe. But it just feels like another item on my consistently long to-do list.

At this point, there’s only one thing, just one thing standing between me and a full-on breakdown: God’s promise.

Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.

— Isaiah 41:10 KJV

So I whisper it. Everywhere I go. Whatever I’m doing. “Help me, Jesus. Help me.”
Even when the strength doesn’t come immediately, I keep saying it. Because I know He’s a man of His word. And I know I’ll be strengthened with might by His Spirit in my inner being.

And lately, that help has been showing up as a grace for consistency. I've found that even when every fibre of my being wants to turn off the alarm and drift back to sleep, there's an unusual push to get up and meet my prayer altar.

That same push carries me through evening workouts, even on days when my mind feels utterly drained and worn thin. Its driven me to sit down and publish this newsletter because somehow, I know I can’t afford not to.

So if you’re reading this and you’re also tired, like soul-deep tired, I want you to know you’re not alone. You’re not lazy. You’re not broken. You’re just human. And you’re allowed to pause.

It’s okay to not be okay all the time. It’s okay to need help. It’s okay to whisper “Jesus, help me” in the middle of a busy market or while staring blankly at your laptop screen.

And I don’t have a neat bow to tie this letter with. I don’t even have a 5-step plan to beat burnout. Just this: You are seen, you are loved. And you are being held even when you feel like you’re falling apart.

So here’s me, sending you a virtual hug, a reminder to drink some water, and permission to rest🫂.

We’ll be okay. Not because we’re strong, but because He is.

Have you ever felt this kind of burnout? How did you cope? Or are you still learning to? I’d love to hear from you in the comments.

Love,

Ahbiee 💌