Down, but not out...

Anyone who knows me well is probably aware that I have a longstanding history of depression. Those who only know me moderately would probably say that I don't 'look the type.'

I'm not sure who the type is, or how we're supposed to look, but the reality is that mental illness is quite frighteningly common in our society and it is incredibly debilitating. Kind and well-meaning people advise that pulling oneself together is the thing... many a time, when going through bad spells, how I wish I could have just done that.

I have been blessed with amazing support from GP's and my family. I am fortunate to have received group therapy which helped me - and helps me still - to recognise triggers and employ strategies to ensure I don't sink into a deep, black pit of gloom and despair, I went there once and I really don't want to go back.

But mostly, I have Jesus. I confess, I don't always FEEL that way, but I do KNOW it. When reading the Bible feels alien and when prayer seems almost impossible, there is this deep, knowing 'twinge' somewhere inside that tells me... I will never leave you nor forsake you...

THAT is the greatest of all blessings!