Depression. I’ve struggled with this here and there in my life, but I know I’ve had it bad at all. I might have mentioned sometime on here that someone in my family struggles with this and has for MANY years. Late last week I found out that isn’t the only one… (I won’t go into much detail other than that on behalf of this second person … even though I don’t think anyone in my family reads this blog).
The same day last week I found out (about this second person), I read this post and it just so completely clicked for me that I emailed that person it along with some other stuff. Here’s part of it:
sin demands to have a man by himself. It withdraws him from the community. The more isolated a person is, the more destructive will be the power of sin over him . . . sin wants to remain unknown. It shuns the light. In the darkness of the unexpressed it poisons the whole being of a person …
I really felt this fit for the second person in my family. Very physically distant from everyone else. By herself/himself. Doesn’t call much. As far as we know, doesn’t get out and do much.
In another blog I frequent (Letters from Kamp Krusty), the blogger recently delved into his on-going struggle involving depression and meds he’s been taking for a year for it. Great thoughts by him and and great comments by his readers. Read the first part – Is Jesus Enough? and the second part – Thank You, My Fellow Messed-Up People.
OK about me on this subject. I’ve struggled with anger on and off for many years. I still do sometimes. On the request of my wife, I did finally go and talk with a counselor who was a huge help. Just discussing the background of my life, and the situations where I find myself getting angry… putting thought into it and really trying to understand why I hadn’t done before. But believe me – I didn’t want to go. I don’t like to visit a doctor (or pyschiatrist/counselor) or take medicine. for anything. I have this stubborn streak (who doesn’t? really!?) that I can and should be fine on my own – but that stubbornness does get bowled over when I get pushed (like I should) or I can’t take the pain (I’m a baby when I get a cold/flu…).
It seems that way too much of us are depressed one way or the other, sometime or another. It definitely seems to me it’s not kosher to talk about it to anyone, and we only bottle it up never to expose it or definitely have an opportunity to talk about it.
We all need someone to just be able to talk to, to burden, to lean on – for each other. I have tried to be that for the first person for years. Sometimes it comes and goes though. I hope I can try to be for this second person too, but this person doesn’t call that much…