To me, depression can be living death. Some people have “overcome” and “beat” depression. Those of us who cannot make that claim can feel like failures, especially in the church, where “faith is the victory” and all that. But to me, depression is also a way I stay aware of my dependence of God… a constant reminder of His strength being made perfect in my weakness.
I’d like to thank Elizabeth, otherwise known as Guilty Chocoholic Mama, for sharing part of her experience with depression. I love how it captures the ugliness of the darkness, AND a beautiful blessing that can be found in it. Nothing is wasted.
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