Never give up! At first there were days on end when I couldn’t pray because my depression was so intense. A steel band tightened around my head, and a heavy weight crushed my body; I was mentally and emotionally paralyzed. The days turned into weeks and the weeks into months.
My hope came from the first eight verses of Luke 18 – the story of a widow who finally received justice through her persistence. Though I couldn’t pray with clarity, I cried out endlessly, “Jesus, have mercy on me.” He didn’t heal me on the spot, but He led me to change psychiatrists, pointed me to a psychotherapist who could help me, put compassionate friends in my path, and brought me to a prayer pastor who helped me soak in the Holy Spirit.
Slowly, I got better and the worst was over four years ago. Depression still comes knocking every now and again, and I immediately turn to my present psychotherapist, the Holy Spirit, and He reminds me of what I learned in my healing years…and soon the depression is gone.