Owen Barfield wrote of C. S. Lewis: “At a certain stage in his life, he deliberately ceased to take any interest in himself…I suggest what began as deliberate choice became at length (as he no doubt always intended it should) an ingrained and effortless habit of soul.
C. S. Lewis had reasons to be depressed – a languishing career at Oxford, a contentious old woman he took care of in his home, his brother an alcoholic, and the death of his beloved wife to cancer. But his life was not found in the circumstances of his life. He discovered his greater self in Jesus Christ and the people in his life. Forgetting yourself is a good antidote to depression and other dark places.