Scripture tells me that my body is God’s temple, and I owe my life to Him. However, I was born into a fallen world, where death, disease, and destruction are ever present. In my case, the ingredients for depression were hidden within me; I have stopped wondering why and feeling sorry for myself. It took a long time, but I have learned to accept that this is the way it is. There are others to whom the ingredients of diabetes, heart disease, and cancer (I have had this also) were hidden within them. I’m not speaking of only genetic factors here,
but all the ingredients that form a person – genetics, the family one grows up in, the career one chooses, what a person chooses to eat or drink, the stress put on a person from the world or oneself, and so forth. In the case of stress, many soldiers from Iraq and Afghanistan come home as damaged goods physically, mentally, and emotionally because of the stress they have had to endure.
So what was I to do when depression hit me like a Tsunami? I resisted medication until I reached a crisis stage that only antidepressants and benzodiazepines could pull me out of. As my body recovered, there was more work to be done. I dragged myself to a gym, if not every day, then most days. I forced myself to get out of my “depression chair” and visit parks and the local library. I went shopping with my wife to furnish our new townhome, even though that was the last thing on earth I wanted to do.
Along the way, I visited a doctor to see if a thyroid condition, high testosterone, or some other medical condition was causing or contributing to my depression. I know now that should have been my first step.
I have settled into a routine of good nutrition, adequate sleep, and not creating stress activities of my own volition. I carve out quiet times during the day, meditate, and listen to soothing music to bring a calm to my body. There are other tools I have learned also to take care of my body. Most of them have to do with reducing stress, a major contributor to depression (read posting 67, Lawyers with Depression).
So now I’m in the stability stage most of the time and able to help others. But I am not naïve any longer. Depression is ever crouching at my side, ready to attack me if I don’t take proper care of my body, God’s temple – as well as my soul and spirit.