Embracing Depression
My last major depressive episode was a few years ago. That is, until two weeks ago. Mental illness is no stranger to me. Depression and I seem to have semi-regular appointments with each other, like old friends trying to stay caught up on each other’s busy lives. Sometimes depression hits harder than at other times. These past two weeks have been one of those times.
It came out of nowhere. A big blow to my security and self-esteem came knocked the wind out of me. It was just the trigger my old friend Depression needed, sauntering right into the party and looking for a fight. I was shocked by how quickly I sank into the darkness, as if I’d stepped into deep mire. Tears hung behind my eyes every moment of the day. I was exhausted. It was all I could do to get out of bed and feed my preschooler. I couldn’t eat. All I wanted to do was sleep. I stopped writing, reading books, running, or painting (a few of the things I love most in the world). I felt worthless and meaningless and irrelevant. Even though, intellectually, I knew that these were lies Depression was telling me, they felt true.
Depression is a big, nasty, lying monster. This season is supposed to be the happiest time of the year, but the added pressure of forced holiday merriment often makes my feelings of melancholy worse. So how do I deal? I’m starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel of my most recent depressive episode, and here are a few things that really helped:
I Forced Myself to Care for Myself
Even during my darkest moments, I would never dream of forgetting to feed, bathe, or nurture my child. I chose to treat myself the same way. Even though I had no appetite, I made myself eat healthy foods. When I didn’t want to leave the house, I put on pants and took long walks in the fresh air. When I was tired, I slept. I kept taking my meds. I treated myself with care, like a wilting potted plant. Even though it felt like I was only going through the motions, it was what my body and mind ultimately needed.
I Reminded Myself, Out Loud, That Depression Is a Liar
Because sometimes, that’s what it takes. I would tell myself, over and over again, that this will pass. That I am worthy. That I am not defined by my biggest mistakes. That this dark season is just a small part of my story.
I Sat in It
To the best of my ability, I tried not to numb myself to my sadness. I let myself feel every excruciating, unpleasant bit of it. The pain was (is) real, and it deserved to examined, experienced, and processed. I told the people closest to me how I was feeling, and leaned on them hard for support and reassurance. I let them hold me up. When it comes to hard emotions, the only way out is through.
Pain, sadness, grief, and even depression are all a part of the rich tapestry of the human experience. Jesus himself, all God and all man, was crushed by grief and sadness more than once in the Gospels. And if God himself can feel depression, then certainly, so can I. But it isn’t where I have to stay. Nearly two weeks since the start of my last major episode, I’m starting to feel like myself again. I will embrace this next season, come what may, knowing it will carry joy and peace.
is a writer, speaker, wife, and over-caffeinated toddler mom. After 10 years in the nonprofit world, she now writes full-time. You can find her on Scary Mommy, The Mighty, The Natural Parent, Parent Co, and Her View From Home. She loves Jesus, long walks on the beach, honey habañero lattes, and Zoloft. Her website is
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