Being depressed is simple (not to be confused with easy.) It is getting out of it that isn't.
I spoke with a young lady last night who felt there were no options left in her life and that she deserved to die. For some reason, she felt that her life had gotten out of hand and the choices that she had made in the past would be the end of her. Without divulging too many details to me, probably because of our unfamiliarity, her shame and fear of judgement, she told an ambiguous tale of how she had grown up to be just like her mother (who was an alcoholic and died young.) As we sat out in the cold night air, I shivered inside from more than the elements. Depression is a place I never wish to visit again. I spent over a decade in that miserable state's clutches. I gave up a few times, but in retrospect, there was always hope present. However, it was difficult to see that on many of those lonely, desperate nights. All I had to offer that girl then and the girl last night were words of reassurance. And, I believe that God spoke through me last night and gave me the words that girl needed to hear. To think that another soul is in as a desperate a state as I have visited makes my heart ache.
I'm saying a prayer tonight for those suffering in silence and those who have broken their silence, even if to an acquaintance such as I.
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