If you have never experienced the black fog of depression, consider it a blessing. I laugh and say I come from a long line of depressed people; it is no laughing matter. Truthfully it is the toughest battle I have ever faced--to keep my head above the suffocating waves of sadness and grief that threaten to pull me under at times. The thick mist of despair which closes in and blocks all vision of reason can literally choke the life from you. Thankfully I have learned the anti-dote--but the silent attack of the dark can creep up on me before I know it--leaving me blindly grasping for a breath of hope before the darkness swallows me whole. My head knows narcissism is the root cause, but in the depths of sorrow, reason flies out the door.
The Bible is full of depressed people. Read the Psalms---David knew the cave. Why else would one sit under a bean tree in the hot sun lamenting God's unfairness? What else would cause you to sit and listen to the lectures of three so-called friends about your many failings. What must the atmosphere felt like as the disciples hid in that room following their Master's death? Yes--there has always been depression beginning with the fall---as Adam and Eve walked away with heads hung low in disgrace.
I know the cure---I know what helps---and there are still times...I pray for the family of this great actor who helped us all to laugh and for the many who suffer this age old silent enemy of the spirit. Praying for hope and solace for those in the depths of the pit known as depression. Praying we know our cries are heard and we will be lifted back to solid ground. Praying for the joy which comes with trust in the Lord.
I waited patiently for the LORD; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear and put their trust in the LORD.