Table of Contents
- We all need rescuing at times.
- Talking too much not always helpful
- Depression’s gifts
The gift of depression is not always easily seen or appreciated. Certainly not at the time. But hopefully, as we get better, we can look back and see we learned some valuable lessons. I know I did.
I’ve been depression-free for about 20 years now after many years of struggling with this mind-zapping, soul-sucking, dream-killing, illness. I certainly didn’t see it as a gift at the time. I’ve also been writing a book that, even if I say so myself, is a good book because it is very practical and is written by someone who’s been there-me. Not a doctor or “expert” who has never struggled with it. I did a great deal of research and have often said that I’m as close to an expert as any non-professional could possibly be.
A few months ago I was working on the book proposal and felt I was being led to blog about it. I reasoned I could reach more people and reach them faster than I could with a book. Plus, I already have all the material. (Am hoping to begin posting from the book starting in January.) Seeing as how I was never going to keep any royalties from the book anyway, should it get published, I thought, why not? As it turned out, writing a book was a lot easier than figuring out the technical side of setting up a blog. My learning curve is still steep.
We all need rescuing at times.
While I am a Christian, not every word in this blog will contain references to my faith so it’s a blog that anyone, no matter whether an individual shares my beliefs or not, will still find helpful. Today’s blog was about rescue. Everyone needs rescuing at times. My blog is for this purpose. I hope I can reach out to thousands as I know I have something important to offer. My struggle in overcoming depression wasn’t easy. It wasn’t easy to quit the medication and fly solo.
It still isn’t.
a personal rescue
Even today as the holidays approach, I remember a holiday about twelve years ago when I questioned whether I wanted to experience another one. I was rescued that day but I’ve never forgotten that horrible feeling of total desperation. And, remember, I am a Christian so I had to reconcile those feelings with my faith and I felt like such a failure. (By the way, my doctor had changed and increased my medication a few weeks prior which turned out to be the reason. The new medication caused severe anxiety. With my doctor’s cooperation, I started to wean myself off it and within a year was not only pill-free but depression-free.) What I learned during those couple of years will find its way into this blog.
Talking too much not always helpful
One of the most valuable lessons I learned is that constantly thinking and talking about one’s depression can make it worse. I’ve read some blogs that are nothing more than everyone sharing their “pity” party. I don’t mean to sound harsh but I know (and solid research backs me up) that this doesn’t help.
There comes a point in everyone’s depression where the time for talking is over and the time for action is necessary.Tweet
Sometimes the habits that we ourselves engage in make our depression worse. This blog will focus on personal responsibility. Think about that for a minute. If depression and its cure are within you, that gives you hope because it means it’s something you can manage. It’s not outside of you even if its cause is. No matter what causes depression, you have the ability to manage it.
One more thing. I’m not only thankful for the rescue that has been mine, but I’m also thankful that I have struggled with depression. Depression, in a strange way, can be a gift. The insights we gain, the compassion for others that we can feel, are just two of those gifts. Depression’s gift are certainly unwelcome in the beginning and we don’t have to pretend we see the gifts either. It might take us years.
Have a wonderful day and God bless you.