After my last blog – Some Sobering Statistics – a reader named Bob sent me the following comment: “In the past I have fit so comfortably into each of the categories you list above. Perhaps you would follow up with a drop or two of HOPE. Just enough encouragement, you know, to keep those of us still fighting the black dog on a daily basis from doing something stupid.” That’s the theme of this blog: HOPE.
Yes, there is hope. When I was in my deepest depression, when I needed to look up to see the bottom of the barrel,
yet there was hope.
When I was coaching Joyce (not real name) in her last desperate cry for relief from depression, yet there was hope.
When all you see is darkness and despair, yet there is hope – if you do not give up.
Hope may be a friend who encourages you to make it one more day, or finally the psychiatrist who finds the right combination of medicine and therapy to stabilize you, or the psychotherapist who helps you discover the guardian lie in your past that has been the source of your depression, or the pastor who can empathize with the turmoil of your soul and the dampening of your spirit, or the life coach who shows you the total picture of your life and the path you need to follow to triumph over depression – body, soul, and spirit.
Yes, Bob, there is hope.