It’s kind of a funny thing, depression. It is one of those things that just come up and engulfs you. You wake up sad, with a heavy heart that no matter what you do doesn’t seem to ever lighten. And in those moments of freedom, moments of sheer brilliance, you are free again, but not for long. For soon that blanket of darkness begins to circle. Tighter and tighter until you become so claustrophobic you cannot stand to breath. There is no escape, other than to ride it out. Being productive and proactive with depression means allowing yourself to sit, in the most healthy way possible, in that darkness. To talk about it, lean on others through it, give it all to God, and then just sit. Feeling every ounce of the heaviness that encompasses you. Identifying with the things that weight the most, and why they are so heavy. Forcing yourself to breath in the face of such fear. 

I had a friend who battled with this for nearly a year. He wasn’t the type of guy who ran to pills to balance out his issues — although there are instances where it is a chemical imbalance in a person’s brain and I don’t want to discredit that. I merely want to comment my friend on his strength, his courage, and his dependance on God to not run from something so scary, but instead to face it every moment of every day for an entire year. 

Patience is definitely not my virtue… This process needs to hurry the eff up!