There was a day in my depression when I looked out the window to witness a day so dreary that it was a match for the languishment in my soul. It is not so today, though the weather outside is as dreary as it was then.
What is the difference you might ask? I finally came to accept that the chemistry of my body is wired for depression and I need to take medication for the rest of my life, even if I’m feeling good.
The soul part of it is that I now have a strong purpose for my life as an author, publisher, and coach to business individuals and those who are depressed – all started when I was depressed. In addition, I have more than ten tools in my toolbox to ward off depression or minimize it when it comes knocking on my door: occasional psychotherapy sessions, classical and Christian music, reading wholesome books, visiting a person once a week who has muscular dystrophy, taking rest breaks when stress builds, and having a bedtime wind-down routine, to name a few.
Ah, but the spirit side of my healing is the capstone. I could talk about prayer, Bible reading, meditation, and worship; but these were not particularly helpful until I learned to put every minute of my life in God’s hands. Job had it right when he said, “Though He slay me, yet will I hope in Him.”