Why Robin? Why?

Once in a while a complete stranger dies, and something shocking occurs within me.  I feel loss.  Not just the sadness of human life being lost, but indeed personal loss.  I will miss this stranger.  I felt it when Phillip Seymour Hoffman died, and now again today I feel it as the news rings of Robin Williams taking his own life.  I feel small bits of what those who actually knew him must feel times a million.  I feel loss.  Part of me wants to count it as silly.  I can hear other, more cynical voices making fun of me.  My mind produces made up comments from this mysterious “them” about how stupid it is, or celebrity worship blah blah blah.  Only, anyone who knows me knows that I am not one to worship celebrity.  And so it is that I find myself, with age, letting my heart just feel what it feels, and not letting the stupidity of cynicism quash my feelings.  After a decade and a half of depression crushing my heart I’ll take whatever feelings I can get.  So, again, I feel loss.  I feel angry too, angry that Robin Williams quit.  I know the pain of severe depression.  It soaked my life, and stole my heart and soul, and tortured me every second of every day.  I have been well now for a couple of years, and yet I still battle the aftershocks, the thoughts, lies that a mind twisted by pain have come to believe.  Often, God reaches for me with love and tenderness but I recoil as a dog who was beaten one too many times to even stop and think that the outreaching could be anything other than more pain.  I know the pain, but I am still here.  

 

Why, Robin?  Why?  People love you.  Depression, statistically, ends.  It is almost certain to cease.  Just keep going.  Now it is too late.  We cannot reach you anymore.  If only you could see the world’s reaction, their sadness.  

How many follow the same pattern and yet have no one or very few to lament them? Robin Williams death has brought back to my heart the desire to reach out to my brothers and sisters who are hurting.  I have believed too many lies.  Lies that no one cares, or that such a thing means I should I stop trying.  So what if no one cares.  You don’t fight the fights you can win.  You fight the fights that need fighting, and this is a fight for the ages, for you see depression is not rare.  It will touch every life, whether they know it or not.  Unless you don’t love anyone, and you never struggle, it WILL touch your life, knowingly or not. 

The thought I keep having when I think about Robin Williams is, “Do people STILL think depression is NOT real?  Do they now get the reality of depression?  Do they think Robin violently choked the life out of himself for no good reason?  For something he just made up?  Can they still think it?”  

I hope not.  If anything good can come out of this pile of crap news, this darkness, I hope it is that more hearts will change, that people who once held the belief that those who were depressed were just weak or needed to just get over it and think happy thoughts will be stopped dead in their tracks and finally see that this darkness is real and is not a decision.  Taking of life is a decision.  The darkness is not.  

I think of how there is this trick to parenting when it comes to how much you shelter your children.  Some parents take every measure to hide their children’s eyes and minds to the world.  They think they are doing them a favor.  The problem is that sheltering one day cracks, for you cannot hide the reality of the other side of life forever.  That perfect childhood becomes the very weapon of destruction as an adult, for that mind is not prepared.  The world changes, cracks, as to where the mind of a child who was raised with measures of reality adapts to the realities of life slowly, incrementally, and healthily.  Their understanding of reality develops as they do, as opposed to bashing them over the head one day.  The sheltered mind must one day be wrecked and start over, and painfully.  Some simply refuse to accept this new world.  They opt out.  

So it is with depression.  I get it.  It is not something we want to be believe.  How can it be that so many people bear the burden of this inner darkness?  How can it be that the human race struggles so?  That at any moment any of us can fall into it?  It is terrifying, and much easier to just not believe it or not think about it.  Yet, it is only easier until reality comes crashing.  The darkness of depression hits us, our parents, our children, siblings, friends, someone, and our world shatters.  If only we had believed, developed as we went, we would be so much stronger, prepared for the darkness.  Still, most choose to plug their ears and chime, “La la la la,” until depression yanks their fingers out of their ears, slaps them in the face, and yanks their heart of their chest.  Sometimes it is too late, and we lose people.  It is their fault, yes.  They take their own lives, but could we as individuals or a society be more open and prepared?  Yes.  We can start with the simple admission to ourselves that the darkness of depression is real, and it is not simply wished away.  We can steady our hearts for the possibility of battling that darkness for ourselves or someone we love, and pray like mad that such hell passes us by.  No, foolish or not, we swing for the moon and pray that darkness goes straight where it came from, hell. 

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.

Depression, Emotion, and Reason

There's much to talk about when talking about depression.  Sometimes it feels overwhelming.  I get to thinking that I might forget something.  Something important.  Something that'll make a difference.

Yet, in the end, though there's quite a bit to cover, most of it is just extra.  There are some things that are the core of the fight.  They're the things that make or break you.

Hear me now.  I'm going to share with you one thing that really can change the battle, and not just for depression.  The truth works for anyone any time.

Your feelings DO NOT always tell the truth.

That's it.  Sounds simple enough, but with that in mind I think you will start to see just how often it is you let your feelings, how often I let my feelings, dictate how we think.  That's why I don't even like to say the adage, "Well, you can't control other people, but you can only control yourself."

Nope.  I can even do that, at least not a hundred percent.  If so, I'd be the happiest man alive.  Truth is, feelings are bigger than we think in rational process.  Start talking to someone with an opposing worldview.  If you know your stuff well enough to decently defend your view, there will come a point where that other person will throw out the "I just" clause.  It's where all actual reasoning has played itself out, and taken you or them so far, but not to the end.  Faith is inevitable.  And that point, when reached, is when we all say, "Well, that may be so but I JUST cant believe that... or I just have to believe that... and the following is filled in with what was wrought from emotion, not pure reason.

Everybody struggles with this.  I do all the time.  Only, most of the time, feelings follow enough of a pattern that corresponds with the circumstances of life, that it is easier to trust them (and also to be deceived by them).

This is why depression is so dangerous.  Thing is, in depression, your feelings stop corresponding with life.  Your feelings don't corresponding, seemingly, with anything.  Feels like satan himself has your brain in his hands and he's squeezing the living daylights out of it.

It is here where we are really challenged to ask ourselves... just what are we to do with our emotions?  Because, it feels like all hope is lost, and not just for now, but forever.  It feels like happiness is a lie.  It's not that it will not come back.  It can't come back.  Your every emotion screams for your life to end, or at the least for you to curl up in a ball and cease to move, for what's the point of moving?

I'll tell you how I first responded to this challenge.  Like an idiot, that's how.  I took on the problem of my emotions of death and utter hopelessness clashing with the memories of life before depression , of joy and wonder and happiness, and the need to survive for those around me, by trying to simply deny the importance of emotions in general.

"Feelings don't matter," I'd say.  So many times did I say it that my soul started to change.  A numbness came that I am still trying to fend off these couple years removed from the brunt of it.  My heart still tries to shut down at every turn.  All pain causes the walls to go up, and to my own detriment.  Walls keep out good things as well as bad.

Healthy people do it too.  This is where we get sayings like, "Love is a decision."  Takes out those pesky, unpredictable feelings and gives us a sense of control.  Only, it's a lie.  Love has a decisive quality to it, but it is much more than just a decision, and everyone knows it.  Love is scary because it is somewhat out of our control.  That's just the way it is.

On the other hand, as I said, most people feel something and take it as book.  If something feels true, we are almost helpless to believe otherwise.  The compulsion to comply with our feelings is huge.  I think this is because of the good feelings, the ones we cling to.  When we feel them, we want them to be true so badly that we feel we need to believe all our feelings.  If this feeling led me to this wonderful place, then my feelings must be true, because I want this feeling to be real, not just a fluke.

Why can't feelings be like people?  Yes, this is a metaphor.  People are real.  Some lie, and some tell the truth.  Part of life is discerning between them.  To feel the need to trust all people, at the risk of denying the reality that some people do tell the truth, is just foolish.  You'll believe any lie that comes your way.  Well, feelings are the same way.  They are all real.  But some of them lie.

In depression, your feelings are very real.  Your feelings are valid.  I am not taking away the validity of your pain.  I am simply saying that what they pain is telling you, "that you'll never be happy again, that you're lost forever, so just end it," is not true.  It just isn't.  And if you really want to fight well, you need to start internalizing this and acting on it.

One of the biggest, if not the biggest turning point in my fight against depression was when I stopped denying the existence of my emotions, started validating the reality of my pain's existence, but then rejected the message it was sending me.  It's when i realized that admitting that a feeling is real does not mean that what it is saying to me is true, that things changed.  I just said, "Okay, you're there.  The pain is real.  I'm just not going to believe what it has to say any longer.  Life is good, no matter what my feelings say.  It will be good again.  It will."  And things did change, slowly.  For a long time I felt that sense of hopelessness and had to daily reject the message.  It was one of the hardest things I've ever done, and also one of the greatest.  Hope became real, because I didn't have to wait to feel something to be true for it to actually be true to me. My feelings no longer dictated reality.  They influenced, but no longer dictated.

And here I am, and I am no longer depressed.  I was right.  My hope was well founded.  What would have happend had I believed my feelings?  I'd be dead, that's what.

This is true for everyone.  Always know that what you feel is real, and is validated.  Then, have the wherewithal to discern whether or not your feelings are lying or telling you the truth.  Rejecting the lie of depression didn't make all other feelings lies.  That's impossible.  In order for love to be real, the feelings of depression had to be a lie.  Praise God they are.  Truth is you or your loved one can feel whole again.  Love is real.  Happiness is real.  Life is good.  People love you.  You are not a burden.  This will pass.  Whether you feel it or not, God is real, and He loves you, so much so that He didn't just stay above it all, but sent His only son to be a part of it.  He saved you and me.  That's the truth, feel it or not.

May God give you the strength to accept then rise above the emotions telling you that life isn't worth living.  May you press on toward the prize, and claim it.  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;

#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.

#2: 10 Things to Say (and 10 Not to Say) to Someone With Depression

Monk by the Sea

Caspar David Friedrich

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 One Thing to Say (and Not to Say) to Someone With Depression.  Here's number two:

What to say:
You are important to me.

What NOT to say:
No one ever said that life was fair.

This one is almost redundant form the first.  It is important to say both, "I'll be there for you," and "Your important to me," though.  The difference may seem small, but there is a difference, and it is found in the pronouns each sentence begins with.  Saying, "I am here for you," is about you and your actions.  You are making a claim in regard to how you are going to act toward the person suffering.  Saying, "You are important to me," is focused on their value to you.  You are verbalizing how they affect you, telling them that they mean something to you.  

Both need to be said.  You could be there for someone for all kinds of reasons.  Perhaps you just think it a good thing to do.  It could be about making yourself feel better.  Being there for someone doesn't mean someone is important.  

You can also say that someone is important to you, and then go about your life without being involved.  This was the case with most people in my life.  Lots of people have loved me, but very few were actually there for me.

Now, to the what not to say.  Just like the previous "Thing to Not Say," the mistake in uttering these words begins with the idea of fixing.  The only logical reason you would say this is in hopes of fixing someone, as saying this has never made anyone ever feel better about anything... ever.  Somehow we think we can rationalize people out of their depression.  Let me say it again, guys.  You do not need to fix people who are depressed.  Actually, let me say it this way... you cannot fix people who are depressed.  Forget about depression for a second.  I have never once seen this line of "encouragement" work on any type of suffering.  Ever.  I have never seen a single person respond to being to life isn't fair by smiling and going, "Really?  I didn't know.  I was crying because I thought, 'You know, life is fair, and this hurts, so something is wrong,' but now that I know life isn't fair, it all makes sense, and I can stop crying now.  Brilliant!  Thanks!"

Again, I am not trying to be snarky.  I am no better than anyone.  I know this stuff in my head, write about it, tell others, and yet... yeah, I still struggle not to employ the same techniques.  I still desire to whip out the ole emotional duck tape and try to Jedi people out of their pain.  So, that makes me worse than most.  So, as I read this, I am slapping my own face too.  You are not alone.  I'm working on getting better at it too.  

As someone who has people come to them about their depression, I have to remember the same thing... what they need most from me is for me to actually hear them, believe in their pain, tell them I care, and mourn with them.  Done.  The Obi Wan hand sweep need not be employed, the Spock hand grip can be pocketed. (Did I just manage to reference Star Wars and Star Trek in one sentence?  I think I did.  I can't tell, my glasses are broke.  Where's the tape?)

And even more than these... I can share with them how God has already said both "I am here for you," and "You are important to me," many many times.  Giving up what you love most to die in another person's place says it all.

John 3:16  

16 "For God so loved the world,that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life."

Luke 12:24

24 "Consider the ravens: they neither sow nor reap, they have neither storehouse nor barn, and yet God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds!"

My prayer is that you would read those words and believe them with all your heart today.  Amen.

Incredible Response

I had been sitting on this site for over a month.  Posts had been put up.  A few other pages had been created.  Yet, I sat on it.  Too much thinking, as usual.  A whole list of shoulds, woulds, and coulds kept me from just going forward.  Finally, after some prayer, I felt I just needed to go ahead and share it.  Nobody expects me to be perfect.  It is simply time to just put it out there, start swinging, and let God handle the rest.

The amazing thing has been the immediate response.  I have gotten more feedback in the last three days of this blog being up, than I have in the almost year that I have been writing for The Fleet Fox, my more common blog.  I kept looking at the stats for that blog, and the few times I posted about depression, there was a huge spike in how many people read the post.  A nerve was being struck.

So, here is a few things I want to do.  I want you to respond, and not for my sake.  I will be just fine without it.  I am no longer under the thumb of depression.  Yet, one of the biggest problems with depression is that it is being fought in the shadows, leaving those on the outside ignorant, and those on the inside to feel absolutely alone.  Both of these can be fought by people just having the guts to share that they are struggling.  Submit a piece of art.  Make it anonymous if you like.  Write a poem and submit it.  Nobody will hound you for more.  I know it is hard enough to just admit it.  But small bits of courage here and there by individuals can accumulate to become one big ball of encouragement, can it not?  You know it can.  So, write me.  Let's figure out how we can continue to help encouraging each other.