Are You a Bloodletter?

There is still some dispute over the exact cause of George Washington’s death.  Some believe it was pneumonia.  Most now believe it was a severe throat infection of some kind.  

Washington's Death

There is no dispute, however, over the ignorance of the treatment given to Washington in an attempt to save his life.  Many of you are familiar with the fact that the main treatment given to Washington was to bleed him.  They drew out 3.75 liters of blood, a very large amount.  He may well have survived had they not bled him so.  As it stands, they may have inadvertently killed him. 

That’s what they did do.  Something they didn’t do was perform a tracheostomy, a simple surgery where the throat is cut open so that breathing would be restored, and so that any secretions might be removed.  Two of the younger doctors attempted to convince the elder, trusted physicians to try this (at the time) very new and controversial surgery.  The elder physicians went with what was trusted, and elected to forego the tracheostomy.

Had they not performed the bloodletting and/or performed the tracheostomy, Washington almost certainly would have survived. 

Thing is, the physicians were acting out of ignorance.  It is easy to judge them, but they were doing the best they could.  They were acting on what was at the time, cutting edge knowledge.  They were acting on what they thought they knew to be best.  Sadly, it doesn’t change the outcome of Washington’s fate, nor many others who suffered from a needless, harmful treatment.  Many suffered and died at the hands of ignorance.

Were it not for a desire to learn, a desire to discover the truth, we might still be using this treatment today.  People asked questions, challenged the status quo.  At every turn, the new is challenged and the accepted truth defended.  Fortunately, through the boldness of a few, the truth usually eventually wins out. 

It is such a change that is needed now with depression.  Depression is the third most common disease in the world, and as is the fastest growing.  It is predicted to become the most common disease by 2030.  Yet, unlike many less common illnesses, most people don’t even want to recognize the truth of it’s existence.

My challenge to you is to consider the fact that depression is going to touch your life whether you want it to or not.  There are depressed people all around you.  Yet, so harsh is the stigma, so ignorant are the reactions to depression, that they are not only probably going to hide it from you, and everyone else, but they are going to do everything they can to deny the truth themselves.  Because of ignorance, an inability to change and grow, millions of people are suffering needlessly, they are not getting the help they need.  Just like with George Washington, the problem is treatable.  Depression is a beatable disease.  Yet, again, just like with Washington, we are treating those with the disease poorly, and we are not giving them the help they actually need to overcome. 

You may think this is someone else’s problem.  It is not.  Your father, mother, friend, son, daughter, brother, someone is going to suffer through this.  Do you really want to be like those doctors who drew Washington’s blood?  Thirty years from now depression will be known for what it is.  Do you really want to be the person that allows their own prejudice, fear, and ignorance to hurt those around them?  Don’t you want to be the man or woman who actually helps those they love?  I know you do.  We all do.

Mental Illness is a very misunderstood concept.  People think it is vastly more mysterious than other illnesses.  Most see it as wholly different from being a real medical illness, something closer to voodoo, best to be treated with tricks of the mind or some other weird treatment, or better yet, to roll your eyes at, because it’s a all just weakness from weak people. 

Most mental illnesses don’t START in the mind.  They aren’t floating in the land of thoughts.  They are physical in nature and AFFECT the mind.  Take dementia.  Another illness once not understood.  We used to just think people’s minds got old.  We called it senility.  Now we know that the brain actually deteriorates, and there is a growth of compassion and treatment with that understanding.  Clinical Depression is physical in nature.  As of now, what we understand it to be is an unbalancing of the hormones of the body and chemicals in the brain.  Those shifting hormones and chemicals mess with our minds.  Everyone on Earth experiences this in some way.  We all experience puberty.  Women endure PMS and later menopause.  All of us are at the behest of these chemicals and hormones, and have a limited ability to control how we actually feel.  With depression, what little ability to control is stripped. 

So, telling someone to simply get over their clinical depression won’t help any more than telling someone with cancer to stop having cancer.  If you want to help, understand the truth of the problem and fight it.  You wouldn’t fight cancer by telling people to get over it, so stop doing so with depression.  You fight cancer with the means we have.  You do chemo, leaches, whatever.  Do the same with depression.  Go get help for you or your loved one.  Go to the doctor, see a psychiatrist, a counselor, a pastor.   Let go of the archaic knowledge that is prevalent about depression, and embrace the truth, lest you be like those doctors who let out Washington’s blood, and resisted giving him the surgery that would have saved his life.  Your loved one’s life is worth the difficult task of accepting a hard truth that can save it.

As always, remember that God is with you and loves you.  Depression is beatable.  It is going to be okay, as long as you don’t quit.  Keep fighting.  If you have any questions or thoughts, please write me.  I’d be happy to talk to you.

Life Without Love

1 Corinthians 13

English Standard Version (ESV)

The Way of Love

13 If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. ² And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. ³ If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned,^[a] but have not love, I gain nothing.

⁴ Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant ⁵ or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;^{[b] 6} it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. ⁷ Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

There is something transcendent about this passage.  You don't have to believe in Jesus to be moved by it.  The idea that life without love is nothing is universal.  It speaks to everyone.  Love is our greatest motivator.  Some might say happiness, but love is greater than happiness.  Happiness is whimsy, it comes and goes.  It has no purpose.  Love is eternal.  It informs us of who we are.  We define our selves by what we love.  

 

This is the greatest unspoken pain of depression.  If you can, imagine not being able to feel love.  You can act it out, your love, but not feel it.  Some people would argue love is an action, and not a feeling.  Now, I understand the desire behind that statement.  Most healthy people struggle with their emotions greatly.  They are desperate for some measure of control, as emotions are scary.  Sorry to say it is still a lie.  The depressed person knows this all too well.  They are forced to live everyday acting opposite of what they feel.  Everything screams for an end, yet they keep on.  They act love they do not feel, and it a special kind of hell.  To not be able to truly affect is the greatest pain there is.  It is worse than losing a loved one, worse than being left by a loved one.  

 

To those on the outside, remember this when you look at the depressed person.  Imagine waking up and looking at those you know you love, but you cannot feel the love you know is in there.  Imagine trying to get out of bed with that.  Without love, life is so pointless.  You wake up and think, "Who cares."  You just want to make another day.  You push on because you remember a time when you once felt love, and deep down, buried beneath the mountain of pain, you hope you will feel it once again.   Keep that perspective when you speak to them.  This isn't to say you should coddle.  Sometimes depressed people need a good nudge, and they don't have a free pass to act poorly.  However, it should give your heart an enormous amount of grace for them.  It should break your heart for them.  It should give you, as one who does feel love, and feels it for them, the desire to encourage often.  It should give you the ability to understand them a little better what they are experiencing, that you might act wisely.

 

To those in the thick of it, all you need to know is that love will come back if you have the courage to persist.  It will.  I lived without being able to feel love for over ten years.  It was a certain type of living hell.  Like you, I thought it would never end.  I was stuck, broken, not fixable.  The power of the darkness was too strong, unbeatable.  I am living proof that is not true.  My heart beats, it bleeds love, and it does so for you.  My affection for you, though you are a stranger, is what drives me to write these articles, as there is surely no glory nor benefit to be had otherwise.  This heart that once felt so dead I used to think, "If they only knew how dead I was, they would have a funeral for me right now.  Nicholas Laning died years ago, and they don't even know it.  All that is left is this brain sitting atop this body.  My soul is somewhere else."  That same heart now beats with love.  It weeps.  I am moved to tears even as I write this thinking about you.  If I feel love after what I went through, you can too.  You can love again.  You can.  Hear it.  You can love again.  Your heart can love again.  Beauty can return.  You will one day again look up at the stars and be moved, see your mother's face and remember her presence, even see yourself in the mirror and like your own life again.  You will.  Just keep on fighting.  Keep having hope beyond hope.  Don't quit.  I am proud of you for your fight.  So proud.  Just keep fighting.  I am praying for you right now. 

It's Time to Have Frank Talk about Mental Illness

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Nicholas L. Laning

I used to be a big fan of the show ”24”.  Like many, I watched to see just how far Jack Bauer would go to save the day, again, again, and again, all without leaving the city limits of Los Angeles.  The writers of the show knew exactly what they were doing.  An episode would end with Jack apprehending the guy that we all thought was the mastermind behind the terrorist attack at the beginning of the show.  Bloodied, bruised, and aching from not eating, sleeping, nor peeing for the last twelve hours, Jack finally has a look of reprieve on his face.  The famous clock ticking sound would start, letting us know the episode was almost over.  In those final five seconds, without fail, you’d find out that the guy Jack just apprehended wasn’t the actual mastermind. 

We’d see a shot of Jack’s grandmother talking on the phone.  “Everything’s set in motion,” she’d say, lisping through her dentures.  “Yes.  No.  Yes.  They took the bait.  They have no idea it was me, Grandma Bauer, who planned this whole thing.  Yes.  Jack will pay for not eating all of his vegetables when he was a kid, little ingrate! Bwahahaha!” 

Ding.  The screen goes black, and all of us watching yell, “Nooooooo!  Not Grandma Bauer!  I knew it! (No, we didn’t)” Then, over the next ten episodes, we cringe in frustration as Jack can’t piece it together.  At one point Jack comes to Grandma Bauer’s house to hide from the cops, who are looking for Jack now, as he has of course been framed for the attack.  They found his fingerprints on a piece of the bomb.  Jack knows that it had to be someone close to him who lifted his fingerprint to put it on the bomb.  But who could possibly betray him?  He bursts through Grandma Bauer’s screen door bleeding and bruised, still hasn’t peed, and scours the kitchen for a flashlight and a butter knife, all he needs to fend off the machine-gun toting terrorists.  Jack looks over at her table and thinks aloud, “Why are all of the ingredients for napalm strewn across Grandma Bauer’s kitchen table.”  We see him thinking for a second.  We hold our breath.  Surely he will finally get it!  “She must be cleaning the bathroom,” he concludes and goes on. 

Whap!  We slap ourselves in frustration and scream at the screen, “Come on!  He’s fluent in twenty languages, can disarm a bomb with a toothbrush, a fried egg, and the latest issue of GQ, can tell if everyone else on the planet is lying simply by smelling them, but he can’t seem to piece this one together?  Stupid show!  They’ve gone too far.  I can’t watch anymore.  When’s the next episode?” 

We’ve seen this concept play out hundreds of times throughout TV shows, movies, books, Comic Books, all of it.  No matter how many times we’ve seen this scenario play out, it still irks us.  We’re still talking to the screen.  Okay, maybe I’m the only one actually talking to the screen, though I doubt it.  Still, it frustrates us to no end.  Why?  Because we can’t seem to understand how someone can’t see what is right in front of his or her face. 

Why can’t Jack allow the information to reveal the obvious truth?  Why? 

The answer is because sometimes the truth is so awful that it is easier for us to choose to not believe it… until it hits us in the face.

We see it in real life all the time.  Teachers deal with this on a very frequent basis.  As a subtitute teacher for years, I can’t tell you how many times I have seen parents simply not accept the testimony of not just one, but several grown teachers that testify to the hideous acts of their child.  Instead of getting frustrated at the child, they get mad at the teacher.  Even if they believe the kid did the awful things the teacher's said the kid did, which they usually don’t, then by golly, somehow it’s the teacher’s fault they did it.  The truth that their kid isn’t perfect, that perhaps, though not necessarily, they are bad parents, is not acceptable.  It is easier it seems, to believe a lie instead.

Not only do we reject unpleasant truths as individuals, but we do it as a collective too. 

You probably don’t know the story of Witold Pitecki.  You should.  Absolutely incredible, true story.  In order to gather intelligence, he volunteered to enter the Nazi extermination camp of Auschwitz.  For almost three years he gathered intelligence and helped lead the underground resistance inside the camp.  He would send out reports of the horrors he discovered, that the Nazis were not simply interning, but exterminating the Jews by the hundreds of thousands in that camp alone.  Frustrated by a lack of appropriate response from the Allied forces, he escaped.  He went back to his superiors in London to try to convince them in person of their need to intervene.  He shared in great detail the devastating news, and gave some very simple solutions.  Bombing runs were already going on far past Auschwitz.  Just bombing a section of the wall, and it would give many a chance to escape.  Or better yet, bomb the crematorium, or the gas chamber.  It would have taken many months to rebuild them.  Yet, they rejected Witold’s testimony.  Why?  For the simple fact that it was too horrible to believe, evidence be damned.  Witold had to be exaggerating.  As a result, nothing was done to help, and hundreds of thousands of people, maybe more, were exterminated.

None of us is good at accepting the truth when it isn’t likeable, nevertheless full on detestable.  I know this first hand.

I don’t remember the exact date.  It was some time during the fall of my junior year in high school, in 1997.  The final bell rang.  I jogged my way out the side door of New Braunfels High School, waving and high-fiving (fist bumping hadn’t been invented yet) friends as I made my way to the parking lot.  It was one of those days where the air was cold, but the sun was bright and hot.  Whichever side of you faced the sun would eventually begin to roast, and whichever side of you faced away from the sun would freeze.  The leafless trees cast intricate, hauntingly beautiful shadows.  It was a beautiful, crisp, fall afternoon.  I hopped in my car, turned on a movie soundtrack, and headed home. 

Everything in the world was absolutely fine.  My life was good.

Not but a couple months earlier, I had spent the majority of the summer living one of the greatest adventures of my life helping my missionary uncle in Moscow, Russia.  I got to take in the immense beauty of Red Square.  I ate all sorts of new foods, both delectable and disgusting.  I got to ride the midnight train to St. Petersburg.  I got to experience “white nights,” where the sun never fully sets.  It was one of the best times of my life.  To cap it off, on the way back, I got to spend two weeks with my parents in Switzerland. 

The first night in Switzerland, I stared out of my hotel room across Lake Geneva.  The sight was so beautiful, and my heart was so full, I can remember thinking, “I could die right now, even though I am only sixteen years old, and I would have lived a full life.  Thank you, God, for the life you have given me.”

Yes, life was surely good.

Back to the day things changed.  When I got home form school that crisp, autumn day, the house was empty.  I had beaten everyone else home.  Swiftly, I walked to my room and slung my backpack onto my bed.  A little downtime was in order before everyone came home and the house got loud again.  Wanting to listen to some music, I began to walk around my bed to my stereo.  I never made it.

In a single instant, everything changed.  Something hit me.  This feeling.  It was like an invisible wire from hell had shot through space, latched onto my heart and brain, sucked out everything good, and swapped it out with pure, unadulterated emotional agony.  I dropped to the floor, and I stayed there for the next several hours, completely unable to move.  The only movements I could muster were to blink my eyes and breathe.

It wasn’t that my body wouldn’t physically respond.  It was that the emotional pain was so full, so evil, and so complete, that I couldn’t find a reason to ever do anything ever again. 

This is the part in the story where I would tell you that I discovered that something was indeed wrong, went to my parents, they told me I was depressed, and starting the process of healing.  I would tell you that… if that were true.  It isn’t.  Truth is I didn’t say a thing.  Truth is I spent the next year and a half telling myself nothing was wrong, despite the fact that all I could think about was how much I wished I were dead, that I'd never existed.

“How is that possible?” you ask? 

Easy.  Like most people, I didn’t believe depression was real. 

I couldn’t understand how a person could be fine one day, then for no apparent reason, not fine the next.  I couldn’t accept the reality of the Abyss’ persistence that you couldn’t pull yourself out of it like any other feeling.  Also, depression is a mental illness.  Mental illnesses are what crazy people have, and I wasn’t crazy.  I was completely sane.  I just couldn’t stop feeling like everything was awful. 

Just like Jack and his grandmother (wink), or the Allied commanders regarding Auschwitz, I made things worse because I couldn’t accept the awful truth.  These battles begin with acceptance.  You can’t fight a battle you don’t believe exists.  The longer you spend rejecting the truth, the more time you give you or your loved one free reign for the depression to wreak havoc on your or their brain.   

Here’s what did happen…

For the next year and a half after that terrible day, I looked for any other cause for my pain that wasn’t depression.  I was aware of depression, though vaguely.  I didn’t even research depression, because I just “knew” that it had an external, easy to explain cause.  Once the cause was found, I could deal with it and be ok.  Every inch of my memory was combed over again and again, to the point of obsession.  Each detail of life was dissected to the nth degree.  There had to be some outside cause.  Somewhere. 

Perhaps my faith was just too weak.  Maybe I was being punished for some great sin.  Maybe something really tragic happened to me as a child, and I had subconsciously forgotten it.  Only thing I could recall was that I got picked on as a kid, but that is pretty common. 

The confusion and mystery behind the pain drove me to the brink of my sanity.  No good reason for the pain’s existence could be found.  As so many people would later shove in my face… my life, on the outside, was pretty wonderful. 

My family isn’t perfect.  Yet, for humans, they are as good as they get.  I didn’t have to deal with the pain of divorce or abuse.  The only major death I had to deal with was that of my grandfather when I was ten.  That was very difficult for me, but I feel like everything felt and thought then was normal and healthy.  I missed him and was sad.  Pretty simple.  I wasn’t particularly popular or anything, but I had plenty of good friends.  I am tall, reasonably athletic, and have many talents.  On top of all that, I had the affection of the girl I loved.  I was, by all accounts, including my own, blessed.  And yet, the pain not only stayed, it grew in power.

I blamed and dismembered every piece of my life that could be blamed until only one thing was left.  The girl I loved was the last thing.  Up until that point, I wouldn’t allow her to be touched by it.  I knew she was a good thing.  She was everything I had wanted.  Having exhausted all other avenues of blame, I reluctantly concluded that it had to be my relationship with her that had caused it.  I broke up with her.  Not only did my pain not cease, it grew ten fold.  That decision haunted me for years. 

Only after that did I finally start to recognize that perhaps there was something unique at work; that maybe there was something wrong on the inside, something "uncommon".  Desperate, my mother took me to a psychiatrist who pretty much just looked at me and said, “Yep.  You’re depressed.”  It was nothing but obvious to a trained eye. 

I tell you all this because I want you to know that I understand the difficulty in accepting the awful truth of depression.  So forcefully did I reject it’s existence that I prolonged my stay in it.  There can be no condescension in me toward those who struggle to grasp the reality of depression, for that would be the pot calling the kettle black. 

I tell you all of this because I don’t want you to make the mistakes that I made, that those around me made.  I was so ignorant, so prejudiced, that I spent a year and half wasting my time in absolute hell.  All I had to do was recognize that depression was real.  That’s it.  Or, had my parents not been so ignorant as well, they could have started the process of healing too.  Heck, it took my brother years before he finally felt like what was going on was more than me just being weak, seeking attention.

Think of those Allied commanders.  Their inability to accept the hard truth kept them inert.  Here’s a scary thought.  Had Hitler not invaded other countries and started the war, it is entirely possible that he could have carried out his “Final Solution” to completion.  The war was fought to stop Hitler from trying to take over the world.  Stopping the exterminations was merely a side outcome of the war, not its objective. 

In that same vein, too many people have been lost to depression when it is possible to overcome, as I have, and so many others have.  So many people do as I did, and just keep on living in misery, because they are unable to accept the reality of depression. So many people miss out on getting to be the difference maker in what will likely be the greatest battle of their depressed loved one's life. 

Some don’t keep on living in misery.  Tens of thousand decide it is too much, and kill themselves.  Some of the mentally ill go a step further.  It's not enough to stop living.  They must make a statement, perhaps a last desperate cry, or a middle finger to a world of disappointment and pain.  Perhaps in this final act of absurdity something will change.  They rip away not only their own lives, but the lives of others in the process.  

Hear me now, in both cases of suicide and homicide, ultimately, only the one who does the act is responsible.  Over a hundred million people in the world today live with depression, and do neither of those sickeningly selfish acts.  We don't take the blame for other people's hideous acts.  What we do take the blame for is our own actions.  Did our pride get in the way of receiving the truth?  Our fear?  

Being an Ostrich doesn't work.  You may not see the lion chasing you down, but that doesn't mean the Lion is not there.  Depression is real whether you like it or not, believe it or not.  The difference will only be in your ability to respond, to love, to encourage yourself if you are depressed, or the loved one in your life who is depressed.  You can be the difference maker.  

Step one is the hardest, just believe.

What It Means to Be Strong

Nicholas L. Laning

Being strong is tough.  I know.  Duh.  The hardest part of the depression for those on the outside, is the same on the inside.  It isn't the intensity of the pain.  People handle so much for short bursts.  No.  For everybody involved, the hardest part is the relentlessness of the pain.  It does... not... stop.  For those suffering, the problem is obvious.  They hurt constantly.  For the loved ones trying to encourage, the problem is tricky, so tricky.

Ever since I came out of my depression, I have dealt with quite a few depressed people, and I have learned much about being on the other side.  What kills is that there is no equality in the relationship for that season.  What I mean by that is, when healthy, we expect our tone to be at least somewhat matched.  If someone acts off, says something awful, acts poorly, we get rightfully upset, and are hurt and let them know it.  However, with a depressed person you cannot do that.  You are not on equal footing.  It isn't fair that they get to be weak, to need you to be so strong for so long, to put up with so much.  Yet, it isn't fair that they are depressed and your not.  The shoe could have been, and may one day in fact be, on the other foot.  For this season, you will have to endure a lopsided relationship.  Not that you must let them be mean, but that in EVERY way you must be strong.  As frustrated and angry as you feel , you cannot lash out, or you will push them away.  If you must challenge, or rebuke, you must do this always with gentleness.  There is no leaning on this person.  No trade off moment where they carry you for a bit.  You'll have to let someone else who's healthy do that until the one depressed is redeemed.

I remember how my mother reacted at first to my depression.  Every time I talked about it she would cry and get angry.  She would be overwhelmed by my words, by my despair.  It drove me into seclusion for some time.  It was so dangerous to fight alone.  Over time, she learned the truth, that she had to be the strong one.  As unfair as it was, I was struggling too much for us to be equal.  She could either love me and be strong, or I would leave.  I had no strength to return.  It was not normal.  Even in the face of horrifying words from her beloved son, she was a rock.  Her and my father would put on the brave face, and find a way to encourage me, even when I lashed out in my pain.

Know that I am praying for you right now, both you whom are depressed, and those trying to encourage someone who is depressed.  

For the depressed, fight.  No one can carry you out.  You must fight, and fight hard!!!  Don't take advantage of those trying to help you.  Lean on them, but realize that your struggle, while it may give understanding to your actions, does NOT excuse them.  What you do in the midst of your struggle counts.  Relationships burned now will probably still be burned.  The consequences of life have not ceased for you.  I carry many scars from my actions in depression.  What I did mattered, and still is in effect.  




For all you loved ones, be strong.  As hard as it is, and it is hard, having been on both sides, it is not harder than what they are going through.  You have your whits about you.  You have your mind whole.  Use it, and be something transcendent in their lives.  Ultimately, none of this can be done apart from the grace of God.  He changes hearts and minds.


I am praying right now that God would grant us the wisdom to discern what is true, and the courage to fight for it once we see it, that we would never relent.  When we do, I pray that God would carry us.  He is the reason we live.  He is good.  To God be all glory.  In Jesus' name, amen.

#8: 10 Things to Say (and 10 Not to Say) to Someone With Depression

This is number eight on the list of things to say and not to say to someone with depression, as was posted by health.com.  Here's the link: 10 Things to Say (and 10 Not to Say) to Someone With Depression.  It's a super simple article.  It gives a good and bad example, that's it.  If you missed it, here was the Number Seven Thing to Say (and Not to Say) to Someone With Depression.  Here's number eight:

What to say:
I’m not going to leave you or abandon you.

What NOT to say:
I think your depression is a way of punishing us.

Nicholas L. Laning

Is this not a fear we have anyway?  Of being left or abandoned?  Add in the confusion, the stigma, the uncontrollable negativity that comes with depression, and you can just imagine how much this plagues the soul of your depressed loved one.  Chances are they have reached out to others, maybe not wholly, but in some way, and have been rejected.  

The hard part of this is that you can be near someone and abandon them.  We see it marriage, where the spouse is physically present, but no longer emotionally engaged.  This is true with depression.  It isn't enough to be simply be physically present.   You must also be emotionally engaged.  That doesn't mean feel what they feel.  You feel what you feel, which, if you love someone and they hurt, should include hurting for them. 

Also, there is this weird conundrum that follows loving someone.  When you love someone you trust them.  So, you can be tempted to leave things unspoken as a means to almost honor or cherish your closeness.  "We are so close, that we don't have to say it to know that we love each other."  This may be true to a degree, but love needs to be reiterated everyday.  We need to hear it.  Silence leaves room for struggle.  It is in that silence that temptation grows.  Doesn't it?  Am I wrong?  Is it not the mystery that usually drives the believing of lies?

Express your love and involvement, and do it often.  Don't leave room for lies to form in the mind of someone whose mind is being attacked by uncontrollable negativity.  

I'll never forget my brother sharing his process of coming to grips with the reality of depression.  Towards the end of my battle with depression, he shared with me that for the first year or so of my depression he didn't believe that I was in fact depressed.  Not only did he not sympathize with me, he resented me.  He was angry with me because he thought that my depression was an act.  In his mind, depression was fake, merely an emotional play, a grab for attention.  

In his mind, he had always been able to overcome his moods.  So, everyone else should be able to as well.  Therefore, if I was continuously acting depressed, then I was doing something to myself.  I was choosing to sit in a mood that I could in fact overcome.  If I was choosing to do this, and it was hurting our family to see me do it, then I was punishing them.  I was self-centered beyond belief.

Only, that's just not true.  I will continue with the same analogy I have been using all along to show how ridiculous this is.  Depression is a disease, and you don't choose it.  Can you imagine your loved one having cancer, and you saying, "John, just stop it!  Stop having cancer!  I feel like you're punishing us with this cancer!"

If you think it is different then you are wrong.  Depression is no more brought on personally than cancer is.  Perhaps someone smoked, and cancer resulted, but is that the same as choosing to have cancer?  No.  And you would never say that to someone.  It is so incredibly self centered it is unbelievable.  It is self-centered in about ten ways.  To think that someone's utter and complete misery is about YOU!?  Really?!  

I don't want to condescend.  I am the worst.  I have been guilty of this.  That is why I can say it with such fire, because I was extremely self-centered in my rejection of depression before I got slapped upside the head with it.  So, I am right there with you.  That doesn't make it any less stupid.  It just means I am stupid too.

Pray that your heart would be open.  Keep soft, and be willing to be wrong.  It's not only okay, but a fact, that we are all wrong about a lot.  We are human.  Fortunately, you can rest in the knowledge that a perfect God is there when you are not for your loved one.  That same God is there to strengthen you.  God changes hearts.  If you are struggling to believe, pray that he will change yours so that you can be what you need to for your loved one.  I am praying for you as I write this. 

#7: 10 Things to Say (and 10 Not to Say) to Someone With Depression

This is number seven on the list of things to say and not to say to someone with depression, as was posted by health.com.  Here's the link: 10 Things to Say (and 10 Not to Say) to Someone With Depression.  It's a super simple article.  It gives a good and bad example, that's it.  If you missed it, here was the Number Six Thing to Say (and Not to Say) to Someone With Depression.  Here's number seven:

What to say:
I can’t really understand what you are feeling, but I can offer my compassion.

What NOT to say:
Believe me, I know how you feel. I was depressed once for several days.

Nicholas L. Laning

This is great, because sometimes I think that we feel like we need to understand to sympathize.  We don't, not fully.  I don't have to experience cancer to hurt for someone who has cancer.  All I have to do is know they hurt, and that hurts me.  It's that simple.  The only way this gets complicated with depression is that people want to understand it so they can actually believe it.  Most people simply don't trust that depression is real.  It is very difficult to sympathize with someone when you feel they can stop the pain.  That doesn't move us toward sympathy.  It makes us angry.  We feel manipulated.  So, behind this is the very simple question... do you believe depression is real?  If so, then you understand that depression is not controllable.  The depressed person can't simply stop it.  They are being tormented against their will.  If you see that truth, then sympathy should be beyond easy.  

I also love this because, again, it does not attempt to fix.  It says that you believe them, and are there for them.  That is the bulk of what they need.  Done!  How easy is that?  Your job is to just believe and be there.  Simple.

Believe me, I know how you feel. I was depressed once for several days.  Sighs.  I understand the heart behind this.  At least, for most people, I think this is said in an attempt to help, to fix.  As I have already said a hundred times though, you can't fix people.  Heck, one of the lowest points of despair in my battle was when my psychiatrist of three years told me he had nothing left for me.  He had used the extent of his knowledge on me, and I wasn't better.  It was brave thing to admit, but it devastated me.  Each week I went in with hope that this next time we would find out what was wrong, that the answer would be found.  So when he said he had nothing for me, my hope faded.  

Point of that story is, if this genuinely talented psychiatrist couldn't fix me, you definitely weren't going to.  Trying to relate is incredibly human, and in a way, really touching.  So, I understand this.  However, it is folly.  You don't have to be depressed to know this.  This line of attack against sorrow comes up empty.  There is a reason people who are battling cancer go to cancer support groups, and that is to be around people who genuinely understand.  

Contrast the what TO say with the what NOT TO say.  One admits a lack of understanding, but is liberal with compassion.  The other falsely claims a knowledge not possessed.  If you wen through a couple of days of depression, I would say that you have a touch of understanding of what I went through.  You would have a clue.  But, if you were to think that a couple of days of depression is equivalent to ten years, then you are a fool.  That's like someone who spent two nights in jail telling someone who just got done doing ten years hard time in maximum security they understand.  No they don't. 

Be encouraged by all of this.  My hope is that as you have read through these responses you will see a pattern, and see just how simple your task is.  In reality, all you have to do as someone who is on the outside is be there.   You don't have to fix.  You don't have to reason away their pain.  You can't.  You can't reason away cancer, or the flu, or any other illness.  this is no different.  You can look up doctors if you feel led.  Buy books.  Admonish your loved one to get outside, to put the donut down and grab an apple, to push themselves to be as social as they realistically can.  Don't get mad when they can't do stuff healthy people do, because they aren't healthy.  Whatever.  Just be there.  Have compassion.  Have compassion.  Have compassion.

Meditate on these words from Romans 12:15...

"Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep."

#6: 10 Things to Say (and 10 Not to Say) to Someone With Depression

This is number six on the list of things to say and not to say to someone with depression, as was posted by health.com.  Here's the link: 10 Things to Say (and 10 Not to Say) to Someone With Depression.  It's a super simple article.  It gives a good and bad example, that's it.  If you missed it, here was the Number Five Thing to Say (and Not to Say) to Someone With Depression.  Here's number six:

What to say:
When all this is over, I’ll still be here and so will you.

What NOT to say:
It’s your own fault.

Nicholas L. Laning

I love this one.  "When this is all over, I'll be here and so will you."  I can't remember where it is that I read that the two main driving forces in life were the seeking of goodness, or aversion from pain, but it stuck with me.  When we hurt, what do we want?  To stop hurting.  This is true with any pain.  Let me tell you a secret though, it is even more powerful for depression.  

Recall that one of the facets of depression is an unrelenting, overwhelming, involuntary negativity.  Depressed people cannot help it.  Their brains have, for whatever reason, turned on them, so to speak.  Everything that comes to mind is automatically turned to the negative.  You can be as optimistic as you want.  You can tell yourself all is great.  You can exhaust yourself finding the silver lining mentally.  In the end, you still feel like it is all terrible, useless, awful, pointless, etc.  

Believing that it will end is one of the most powerful tools for overcoming depression.  One of the biggest turning points in my battle was when I finally decided that I was going to believe it was going to end, no matter how I felt, no matter how much the depression tried to make me feel hopeless and trapped.  Slowly but surely things started to change.  

"But Nicholas, I myself struggle to believe it will end."  

Then change your mind right now.  Hear me.  Your loved one needs you to believe they are going to get better.  My mom was completely unrelenting on this point.  She kept saying it, "You will get better.  Just be strong, and it will end."  I would argue, "You don't know that."  She would say, "No, but I believe it with all my heart.  I just know you'll be okay.  It is going to end."  The more she said this the better.  Take whatever skepticism you have and stuff it.  Don't leave it to a person who is depressed to be the only one trying to the belief that they will be okay.  Talk about a bad idea.

Quickly, I also just like the reiteration, "I'll be here and so will you."  It may sound redundant to say, "so will you," after you said, "when this is over," but that's okay.  They need to hear that they are going to be back, that they will be redeemed and restored.  Use those two words frequently, by the way.

Again, this can only be said with a complete ignorance of what depression is.  Would you tell a woman her period is her fault?  What about when someone gets the flu?  What about kidney stones.

"Lisa, you know what, I am tired of your attitude, and I am sick and tired of hearing about this period.  It's your own fault you are like this, now get it together."  

"Ugh, Mike, I am sorry, but I don't feel sorry for you.  Get your act together.  Those kidney stones are your own dang fault."

Anyone else cringe?  Anyone?  It's bad, right?  How dumb is this?  Truth is, maybe you did do something that was a part of why you got depressed, cancer, the flu, kidney stones, whatever.  However, it still isn't your fault.  People don't give themselves cancer.  Perhaps they smoked too much, or ate poorly, or whatever, but lots of people do that and don't get cancer.  Lots of people have casual sex.  Not everyone that does gets and STD.  Same with kidney stones.  There are certain things that my uncle cannot intake without getting kidney stones.  He gets them all the time.  I can intake those things that would give him kidney stones and be just fine.  

So it is with depression.  Lots of people drink too much.  Yet, only some get hit with depression.  Everybody deals with loss of loved ones.  No one is above it.  Yet, not everyone gets thrown into depression over it.  Just like any disease, it hits some and not others.

Nothing outside set mine off.  I was fine.  I loved life.  One day I came home from High School, plopped my backpack on my bed, and wham!  Just like that, everything changed.  Torment entered me like I had never known, and it stayed inside me for ten years.  I still have no clue as to why.  It just did.

I know it is hard to understand.  It is such a difficult thing to wrap your mind around.  If you are reading this, then you are trying, and that says something!  

We cannot change our own hearts.  But, the Holy Spirit can.  Pray for knowledge.  Pray for understanding, and I believe God will answer your prayer.  He will move you closer to the one you love who is struggling so.  I believe it!

Proverbs 2:2-6

2 making your ear attentive to wisdom and inclining your heart to understanding;  

3 yes, if you call out for insight and raise your voice for understanding,  

4 if you seek it like silver and search for it as for hidden treasures, 

5 then you will understand the fear of the LORD and find the knowledge of God.   

6 For the LORD gives wisdom; from his mouth come knowledge and understanding;

#5: 10 Things to Say (and 10 Not to Say) to Someone With Depression

This is number five on the list of things to say and not to say to someone with depression, as was posted by health.com.  Here's the link: 10 Things to Say (and 10 Not to Say) to Someone With Depression.  It's a super simple article.  It gives a good and bad example, that's it.  If you missed it, here was the Number Four Thing to Say (and Not to Say) to Someone With Depression.  Here's number five:

What to say:
We are not on this earth to see through one another, but to see one another through.

What NOT to say:
Try not to be so depressed.

Nicholas L. Laning

"We are not on this earth to see through one another, but to see one another through."  Honestly, not a fan of this.  I like the intent and idea behind it, but not the actual saying.  I am not going to even dissect this.  In the end, simply saying, " I am here for you" is far more powerful and clean than this.  Stick with that. 

"Try not to be so depressed."  Man, if you are saying this, I feel for you.  There is zero condescension in that statement.  It hurts because I didn't understand it either until I went through a very long, painful process of coming to grips with reality.  Hear this, those of you on the outside looking in.  

Depression is not a mood.  

It is called an illness for a reason.  A mood can be altered with attitude.  Illnesses cannot.  Illnesses can be handled better or not, but no one has smiled away cancer.  You would never go up to someone with leukemia and say, "stop having cancer," or "could you try to make your leg not broken?" to someone with a broken leg.  

That is exactly how ridiculous it is when you say, "Try not to be so depressed."  It is absolutely imperative that you understand that depression is an illness that affects the emotions directly.  Depressed people cannot control the way they feel.  Do your research.  It's an epidemic.  People just don't want to talk about it.  They aren't doing anything really that rare.  It is just new to you.  

Feel free to challenge how people who are depressed respond to the unrelenting, uncontrollable pain they are dealing with.  We do this with any sick person.  We give those suffering grace, but not a free pass.  Even if someone has the worst disease ever, we do not allow them to say anything they want, or do whatever they want.  We still hold them to their own dignity, to responsibility.  We call and challenge them to meet the strife with courage, with honor, with patience.  

You must do this with those whom are depressed.  They need gracious, patient, challenging daily.  They are going to mess it up, and they need grace to do so, but don't let them sit and wallow.  Don't let them devolve.  You are in their life for a reason.  You can be the difference maker.  God uses humans above anything else to exact His will.  How exciting is that?  You can literally change someone's life.  There are people whom God used to save my life, with their love, their time, even their flaws.  They gave of themselves, and I am sitting here typing to you instead of still being depressed or being six feet under.  

Proverbs 27:17 "Iron sharpens iron, and one man sharpens another."

#4: 10 Things to Say (and 10 Not to Say) to Someone With Depression

This is number two on the list of things to say and not to say to someone with depression, as was posted by health.com.  Here's the link: 10 Things to Say (and 10 Not to Say) to Someone With Depression.  It's a super simple article.  It gives a good and bad example, that's it.  Number Three Thing to Say (and Not to Say) to Someone With Depression.  Here's number three:

What to say:
You are not going crazy.

What NOT to say:
So you’re depressed. Aren’t you always?

Nicholas L. Laning

"You are not going crazy."  This is huge.  Depression is a mental illness.  What most people fail to understand is that doesn't mean you are crazy.  All it means is that it is an illness that effects your emotions and thoughts.  In a way, every sickness does this.  I have witnessed multiple people express a desire for death in the midst of fighting the flu.  Not that they are suicidal, as they know it will end.  Point is, there is some part of them that would rather be dead at that moment than suffering as they are.  Headaches, colds, broken limbs, all of them effect our thoughts and emotions.  

Mental illnesses seem to do almost exclusively.  In other words, a depressed person may have physical issues such as stomach trouble or insomnia, but the main thing affected are the thoughts and emotions.
  

Depressed people's thoughts are surely warped by their pain, by the illness, but they are not crazy.  Their ability to rationalize is very strong.  They are simply being influenced heavily by a blinding emotional pain and numbness, and an overwhelming, uncontrollable negativity.  

I think a great way to imagine you are talking to someone who is being stretched across a rack, or having bamboo shoved under their finger nails. There is going to be no surprise when the person says things out of the ordinary, or their thoughts aren't healthy.  You don't think them crazy.  You simply recognize the influence of extreme pain on their rationale.  Right?

You must continue to let them know that what they are struggling with is common (they may hate this, as it pushes them to deal with it, and not get to wallow and quit fighting.  Tough.  it's the truth.  1 in 10 struggle with it.)  They are not whole, but they aren't crazy either.

"So you're depressed.  Aren't you always?"  You probably think I am going to again come down harsh on those on the outside.  I'm not.  It is a stupid thing to say.  It is.  But, it is a very, very human thing to say.  Something to remember is that those who love someone depressed are hurting like hell too.  They need help too.  

My mom was a champ.  She was a rock.  Does that mean she never got weak?  Yeah right.  There were times when she wasn't so strong.  The constant battle wore her out.  Even at the time, I understood it.  

You can't over do that, or you risk isolating the depressed person.  I have known depressed people who almost crumbled, almost caved into suicide, because they were fighting their depression alone.  At one point in time they shared their pain with a loved one who responded by being overwhelmed.  In order to not be a burden, the depressed person decided going to people was a no no.  

This is BAD.  Depressed people need as many people on their team as possible.  The more people involved, the easier it is to share the load.  Then, one person doesn't have the weight of the world on their shoulders.  They can go to the others helping and say, "Hey, I am feeling weak today.  I am struggling to be strong.  Can you hang out with ________?  I could use a break to get strong again."

Battling alongside someone who is depressed is absolutely exhausting emotionally.  It is AWFUL!!!  My heart breaks for any of you who are the loved one.  I know it is hard.  There are no breaks.  Depression is relentless.  It comes and comes and comes, and eventually you just want to scream, "ENOUGH!!! When does it stop, Lord?  I can't do this anymore!"  And it keeps on coming anyway.

Don't say it though.  Find ways to not need to say it.  Get help.  Get a group.  Do whatever it takes, because you do not want to say, "Oh, aren't you always depressed?"  The answer is, "Yeah, I am, and now I know that I have to deal with that hell without you.  Thanks for nothing."

Let us recall that perseverance is a virtue, something to be desired.  By God saying that we should be able to persevere, He is saying that hard times are going to come.  We wouldn't need perseverance without the existence of bad things, hard things.  I don't persevere through eating ice cream, or getting a back rub, or swimming at the beach.  I love those things.  They take no perseverance.  They are enjoyed.  So let's keep in mind that God is using all of this to His glory, that there is purpose in it.  Like it or not, He is building you for something more. 

Romans 5:2-5

Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.

#3: 10 Things to Say (and 10 Not to Say) to Someone With Depression

This is number two on the list of things to say and not to say to someone with depression, as was posted by health.com.  Here's the link: 10 Things to Say (and 10 Not to Say) to Someone With Depression.  It's a super simple article.  It gives a good and bad example, that's it.  Number Two Thing to Say (and Not to Say) to Someone With Depression.  Here's number three:

What to say:
Do you want a hug?

What NOT to say:
Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

Nicholas L. Laning

Don't make me do the Care Bear Stare!  I'll do it!  Yes, that's a threat.  Physical touch is huge.  Yes, people are weird about touch.   I don't have much of "Bubble" myself, but that's okay if others do.  But, hey, that's why you ask them if they want a hug, and don't just give them one, I guess.  Hugs are great.  'Nough said. 

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.  Man, I have written about this subject many, many times before.  This subject has been dissected by my mind and heart.  Why?  Because for ten years I suffered enormously, and all but a handful of people showed me no sympathy.  I was amazed at how people withheld their pity.  I wondered why it was so stinking hard for people to just say, "I hurt for you, or with you."  Pity, it turns out, is some kind of a bad word. 

I understand the extreme.  Nobody likes wallowing, and depression can seem like wallowing, as it doesn't end in an hour or two.  Nobody wants to enable wallowing.  We want people to get up and feel better.  Truth be told it is a balance.  People in depression do wallow at times.  I wallowed like pig in the mud.  (My dad runs a ranch, so yes, I am redneck enough to pull that off thank you.)  

That's why we like the extremes.  You can run full tilt toward one direction or the other.  It is mindless.  Balance calls for thought, diligence.  It isn't about just finding the middle.  Some things weigh more than others.  So, the answer is going to change for each person.  You don't want to be extreme in the direction of withholding your pity.  Pity is not bad.  It's there for a reason, and if you don't ever feel it or show it, then your heart is too hard.  If someone is depressed, you should absolutely feel sorry for them, as you should when anyone is suffering mightily with anything.  By withholding your pity, you are in essence reaffirming your disbelief in their pain.  You are calling them a liar.  

On the other hand, you should not let them to sit either.  I have seen some people absolutely allow their depressed loved one wallow.  You cannot let a person who is depressed, which while they aren't crazy, they aren't thinking right either, make all of their own decisions.  It is scary to try and move a depressed person out of their comfort zone.  But, twenty hour video game marathons are not healthy for anybody.  They are devastating to a depressed person.  The depressed person isn't going to want to go out with their friends.  Tough.  They aren't going to feel like exercising.  Tough.  They are going to want to eat comfort food, i.e. food that is bad for them and will make them more depressed.  Tough.  Tough.  Tough.  

Think of it like a broken leg.  You don't ask a person with a broken leg to run.  That is insane.  But, in order for the leg to heal, and to keep the muscles from atrophying, you slowly but surely apply more pressure.  You may over do it, tweak the leg, and have to take it back a notch.  It is going to be day by day, but you keep trying to put as much pressure on the leg as possible.  So it is with depression.  I know you'd like a simpler answer, but the answer is balance.  You have to feel sorry for those in pain, but you can't let them wallow either.  Where that line is... is going to take some discernment.

Remember, you are not alone.  the God of the universe is with you.  He sent His son to die for you in your stead.  He knows your pain, and sympathizes with you (both those who are depressed and those trying help a depressed loved one)  Recall this verse today:

Hebrews 4:14-16

14 Since then we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession.  

15 For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin.  

16 Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.