The ‘d’ word.


It took me a long time to figure out the issue. It took me even longer to realize that I wasn’t crazy. It took a lot of reading and talking to people. I talked to my husband, my mom, my sisters, my friends. There was no escape. I felt as though there wasn’t any escape. I didn’t know what was wrong. I didn’t know how to fix it. I just knew that something needed to be different.

“Beauty is so strange.  I can see it in so many others but not in myself.”   Journal entry 3.10.2012

“I spent the night at [one of my friends’] house.  Man, did we have a counseling session.  I found out that I have a low self-esteem (that’s certainly something that needs to be worked on) and that I have a lot of built up anger (oh really???).  So, every day, I have to find one good thing about myself.”  Journal entry 1.2.1999

“I feel like such a loser.  I suck.”  Journal entry 3.13.1999

“I realized that I need to have other people’s approval before I do anything.” Journal entry 10.9.2000

“I’m in a bad mood today.  I don’t have the energy to do anything except eat and sleep.” Journal entry 11.27.2000

“Depression is a state of mind; the result of which is the changes in the regular patterns of life.  It changes your sleeping pattern, happiness, work ethic.  It causes procrastination, loneliness, unhappiness, anger, tension.  Too many things that ruin too many people and too many families. ”  Journal entry 12.5.2000

“I feel so miserable.  I just start crying for no reason.”  Journal entry  9.15.2001

I think I may have always used writing as an outlet to sift through the craziness in my head.  Even before I knew it was a thing.  Kelly Needham wrote a blog posting a few weeks back about the benefits of journaling.  She uses hers for lists and notes and all sorts of stuff.  I use mine only to sort out feelings.  

I felt alone a lot of the time.  As though I had no allies in the world.  And, today, while looking through my old journals, I noticed a trend:  it went from Eeyore status to quoting scriptures and back to Eeyore stuff and back to Jesus.  I have always leaned on writing and Jesus to get me through the darkness.  But there were times that I felt that even God was distant.  I thought He was angry with me because I wasn’t praying, or as I wrote one day, 

Last week, actually, the past few weeks I have been struggling to read the Word and pray.  Journal entry 11.13.2000

The thing is that the high points are super high and the low points are terribly low.   When I would talk to people about the low lows, they would insinuate that I was being dramatic or that I needed to spend more time with Jesus.  If I would spend more time with Jesus then I would be able to fill the darkness with His light.  But, here’s the thing, when a person is feeling low and they finally gather up the courage to talk about something, having people tell them that they’re “down” because Jesus is annoyed with them for not reading their bible daily probably isn’t the way to go about it.  What may have helped would be if those same people had done some sort of study about the d word and given me some scriptures to help combat it.  Some scriptures like these:

“He reached down from heaven and rescued me; He drew me out of deep waters. He rescued me from my powerful enemies, from those who hated me and were too strong for me. They attacked me at a moment when I was in distress, but the LORD supported me. He led me to a place of safety; He rescued me because He delights in me. The LORD rewarded me for doing right; He restored me because of my innocence. For I have kept the ways of the LORD; I have not turned from my God to follow evil. (‭2 Samuel‬ ‭22‬:‭17-22‬ NLT)

The LORD is close to the brokenhearted; He rescues those whose spirits are crushed. The righteous person faces many troubles, but the LORD comes to the rescue each time. (‭Psalms‬ ‭34‬:‭18-19‬ NLT)

Give all your worries and cares to God, for He cares about you. (‭1 Peter‬ ‭5‬:‭7‬ NLT)

I’m not saying that people are to blame for my battle with darkness but I am saying that a little compassion goes a long way. 

I cried tonight.  I cried for all the innocent girls who have sex with their boyfriends.  I cried for all the parents who have to deal with the disappointment and the reality that kids don’t always learn from their parents’ mistakes.  I cried for lost dreams and goals.  I cried for struggle and pain.  I cried for sadness.  I cried for all the people in the world who judge unwed teenaged parents.  I cried for God’s grace.  I cried for the loss of self-esteem, for the thoughts of failure.  I cried for those who do indeed lose their dreams.  I cried for those still trying to achieve them.  I cried for being judgmental.  I cried for God’s patience.  I cried.  Journal entry 11.5.2000

My journal entries always followed the same pattern. When I got married though I began writing less and less.  I think I was leaning more on my husband and Jesus than on writing.  But after I married I also finally decided to get professional help.  Or more like pharmaceutical help to cope with the darkness.  Was I crazy? Was I being dramatic? Was this a spiritual longing that was showing up as something else?

Wes didn’t like my choice.  He didn’t want me to take the medication.  He believed that there was a better way. That there had to be a better way to combat it than medication.  I wanted to believe him and agree with him but since I had been dealing with the darkness for as long as I could remember, I accepted it as a part of my personality that he would have to learn to live with (and I did NOT make it easy for him).  

So…what’s the point?  The point is that we all have issues that we are overcoming.  The point is that none of us are exempt from difficult things.  The point is that while I no longer take anti-depressants, I do have to exercise and eat real food and write and and not keep my feelings bottled up to be able to deal with the darkness…depression. But it does sometimes still try to overwhelm me. Sometimes, depression wins; sometimes, I win.  It’s less prevalent now that I’m used to it.  But, it’s always, always there…waiting to consume.  The difference between the Sam in 2014 and the Sam in my old journal entries is that I’m more aware now.  I know the “feelings.” I know the sadness.  I know the hopelessness. I’m also more experienced with dealing with depression and I’ve found ways to cope.  And, most importantly, I’m not ashamed.  

**If you or someone you know is battling depression, leave a comment and I’ll be honored to pray with you and support you. You are NOT alone. No matter how alone you feel.**



11 thoughts on “The ‘d’ word.

  1. Hey Sam, this so good! The funny thing is my pstr was talking about depression & suicide this morning at church. Please keep my fiance in your prayers. Hes going through depression. He’s been through a lot & I believe God is going to breakthrough these feelings. Ive learned it’s about letting the past go & looking forward to the future. We all go through pains & sadness. I went through depression myself & realized what it was. From not having my dad to not seeing a lot of things happen that i though wld happen. I realized it’s a choice we make to he happy bcuz the enemy doesn’t want us to be happy & trust God. I decided to let go & trust God for my life & future I realized its his joy & hope for my life that its going to be ok. God has healed my broken heart & brought a lot of peace. I believe its time for my fiance to be healed from depression. ❤

    • So glad you stopped by the blog. I will be praying for your fiancé. Depression is more than just a choice to “be happy”; it’s a chemical imbalance in the brain. Encourage your fiancé to go for walks- better yet, go for walks with him! It will mean a lot to know that he has your support and you’re not just trying to get him to “snap out of it” because it’s not easy.

  2. Awesome post… struggling with this myself. I remember us talking about this before. You are so bold to share.
    I agree journaling helps and for me prayer. And exercise when I can be consistent.

    I miss you Sam, you are a wonderful woman of God.

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  5. Well, this was an interesting read. And I say that because I think I may very well be finally acknowledging my own “d”. It’s so easy for people to label parts of your personality; “she’s a cry baby”, “she’s so moody”, “what do you have to be depressed about?” But as I’ve grown older, these traits have stayed with me and I realize now it’s not just “normal” teenage feelings of angst. It sucks. I feel like the people in my circle will either judge me or be overly worried, and I don’t want or need either of those right now. It does make me feel a little better that I know I’m not alone, although I’m sorry you felt this way too. Thanks for putting yourself out there. May God bless you always Sam.

    • Depression is one of those things that people, especially Christians, don’t talk about. If we can take away the shame assisted with it that will go a long way to helping people (like you and like me) to address the underlying issues AND it will give us the courage to face it ourselves.

      You are not alone. You are enough… right now. And you are brace.

  6. Hugs to you, my friend.
    That is neat that you have the journals to reference back to and see the changes, growth, triggers and responses.
    How many times I’ve heard the ‘snap out of it’ or ‘just put all your trust in Jesus’ and ‘you think you are sad when the people in (insert 3rd world country of choice) don’t have (insert 1st world luxury of choice)’ … good gravy.
    Thank you for sharing this. I need to highlight these versus and/or come back to them. I’m sure I have one highlighted in one of my bibles.

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