Numb and unfeeling, in a pit of darkness and despair…I could not understand why I felt that way. The darkness overwhelmed me, but there was no substance to it, no object, no reason…and I began to think that maybe I was a little bit crazy.

It made no sense.

I mean really, let’s be honest. I was living the “American dream.”  I have a great life by most standards. How could I possibly be suffering depression?

Some say they are stronger for going through depression and coming out the other side. Not me. Each time I go through it, I realize just how weak I really am. I need him more and more. It is always Him. It is all about Him.  Perhaps he permitted me to experience depression to keep me in line.

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