DEPRESSION?

Had a not so fun experience not long ago. I didn't see it coming; just woke up one morning and it was there. Lasted only a couple of days, thankfully, and this has occurred only a few times throughout my adult life.

What I felt was a nothingness about anything through the course of the day. I'd go through the motions but without "meaning" in what I did or said.

The question for me to be answered was not "how did I get here?" but "how do I get out of this place of deadness?"

A dear friend of mine suggested that perhaps the correct term to best describe what I had gone through is weariness. If this is true, do I consider it as the catalyst to this latest episode? And, does that mean I'm mentally and physically weary in the fight for my life? I don't appreciate this thought; it makes me sound pathetic and weak. Which I am, but that gives me no excuse to ever willingly make the choice to run off course.

By the end of our conversation the two of us had considered several ways to fight against this state of weariness and I've decided that one of the best tools would be to read from the book of Psalms. This collection of prayers, poems and hymns are so full of wisdom, encouragement, and praise that the darkness would not be able to maintain its hold.