the lies of depression.

My particular method was going to be a concoction of prescription pills. I had about 50 or so of them, all different types, all different shapes, all bright white. Some of them piled up and over each other, some of them stuck to the sweaty skin of my hand, some nestled into the crevices of my cupped palm. But they were all there. I didn't count how many were in my hand, but it was enough.

I had my back against the side of the bathtub, I could feel the cold tiles through my pjs and thin socks. It was a moment where I believed all the lies that depression was whispering violently in my ears - it's better this way. I'm a burden on everyone around me. My family and my friends are better off without me.


I believed every single one of those things. Because that's what depression does - it corners you at times when you are most vulnerable, it waits until you're alone with nothing but your own thoughts and it is merciless in its attack on you. It locks you up in the dark and makes sure you can't see the light.

Depression is a clinically-diagnosed mental illness. It is relentless and hard. It's not selfish to struggle with depression. It's not a lack of understanding about God and his creation. It's not something to be ashamed of.


Call it what you want - God's grace, luck, fate - but when I was sitting on the tiles in my bathroom the other month, I saw just a small sliver of light. Just enough to make me take a breath and look at the pills in my hand. It was enough for me to drop them and watch them scatter all over the cold floor. I still don't know what it was that opened my eyes and mind that night, but it was enough for me to not go through with swallowing them all. But, there are so many people who aren't granted that little sliver of light. The darkness envelops them so tightly, the only way out is death. The only release is the loss of life altogether. The pain is too much, too unrelenting, too dark. When all you can see is complete and utter despair, there is no choosing. There's only one choice: Make it stop by whatever means necessary. And, like so many have seen and heard when you've been swallowed into the vortex of depression for years and there's never been a relenting, there's never been a letting up of the pain? There's seems to beonly one option.


Those who don't struggle with depression, who don't feel the ongoing darkness, or even those who struggle with depression yet still get the occasional bursts of joy or light, they try to understand and make sense of it. Label it as selfish and the easy way out. Call the suicidal "cowards." But that's not the mind of a person in the grips of unrelenting darkness. When depression corners you like that, it makes you believe that suicide is joy. Suicide is relief. And in some instances, it makes you think that suicide is a blessing or a gift to others. It can feel like the brave and noble thing to do.

Like I said, depression can be evil.

But there's another kind of evil lurking around the halls of the depressed, and it's the belief that those who are stricken with depression (or any mental illness) are suffering because of their lack of faith in Jesus. "If only you'd pray for more joy," people say. "If only you'd ask God to take the pain." Or, "Is there unresolved sin in your life?" Or how about this one, "If you'd just meditate more on God's Word... "
People, saying someone is depressed or suicidal because they aren't praying enough, are self-absorbed, sinful, or don't have a deep enough faith? It's rubbish. Total garbage.
God does heal, absolutely He does. But sometimes, healing happens through good doctors, counselors, practitioners, and yes, those tiny white tablets. God's grace can look like a sliver of light on the bathroom floor, but it can also look like a life-changing counseling session or the right combination of drugs to bring some normality back to your body.

Prayer and a deepening faith have helped many along the road to depression. But it doesn't always work out that way. It didn't for me. And you know what? That's okay. I used to think that I was less of a Christian because I couldn't just pray it through. But I've learned that It doesn't diminish our value in the eyes of God if we find His grace in our name printed on a pill bottle.

As humans, we should be saying "I'm here. You're not alone. Let's get help, together."

And now I will get off my soap box.

 Shani
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K Reynolds+

Shani-Girl,

You have said it all. I don't deal with that beast but my father did.

I can only say that I am thankful that God walks with us on the dark paths as well as the light ones and your life is a testimony that God is bigger!

joyce+

I could put in very plain English my view of idiots who think we don't hold enough faith simply because we suffer mentally. I could, and you well know the words I would use but best not here eh?

Suffice to say no one ought to judge the faith of another until they know that person inside out , and even then they won't get it right.

As for those fifty pills , don't you (fill in the blank) dare even when it whispers in the night .

Love ya .

Les B+

Shani,

I say amen to your words and could list more things said and heard as I am sure you. You remain in thought and prayer as we both walk this path. The lies you speak of are only a few but big ones. Thank God He is bigger still than the lies and even "well meaning" meaning christians who have no concept when it moves from "blues" into a clinical illness.

Love and peace in Christ,
Les

John Knox+

This blog has touched me deeply for I have felt and read of your darkness/hopelessness and of your small ray of light as you took in the breath of the Holy Spirit in that moment on the cold tiles. I am so thankful for the intercessors that stood stood in the gap for you beseeching God night and day. May God bless those intercessors with his glory and joy and continue to bathe you in his light as you find rest in him.

wmj

Beth+

Shani Lovely.

An outstanding blog. This should be read in pulpits and classrooms for Christian counselors.

As to the personal side, ... :cry: :bearhug: :heart:

I thank God that He shone that sliver of light, piercing the darkness. I thank God.

I thank God for you. You are such a bright light, your sweet self.

No proper words are coming, so I shan't try.

I love you.

Sarah VM+

Just a - so thankful for that little light, for God's perfect timing that pulled you back from this. And thankful that you wrote this.
It may not be a bad thing for you to hang on to that :soapbox: methinks as it is a valuable one. Well said.
God bless,
Sarah :heart: