Depression thrives on two things: isolation and silence.
During one of my darkest seasons, I convinced myself that if I didn’t tell anyone about my depression, it would go away. I feared the verbalization of how I felt, thinking it would somehow become more real. Some days, I rationalized the constant sluggishness, numbness and fog that hung over me. I believed I was having a bad day, and the next would be better. So instead of being honest, I tried to be happy. Or at least, to put on a happy face.
I am convinced that God surrounded me with his protection during those months, and this is the reason why I’m still here. But it wasn’t until I stated the truth about my spiritual, mental and emotional condition that I started to see change. First to God, and then to others. To take this crucial step, I had to move past one of my biggest fears: that God was ashamed of my depression.Shame feeds depression too, but it operates on different level than isolation and silence. It feeds them. It tells us to stay in isolation and silence because no one will understand.
Will you continue reading with me? I’m sharing how to not feel so alone during seasons of depression over at iBelieve.