By Bindu Adai Mathew
The torrid rains of April are falling.
A flashflood into my emotionally overwrought soul.
Tears fall from my eyes like overfilled buckets,
Like Noah, I watch as the waters rise above my head.
I choke on the hurt and gasp for air,
But unlike Noah, I see no salvation, drowning in my own despair.
There is nothing.
No God. No hope. Nothing.
Except more rain.
I imagine this is what hopelessness feels like. I imagine that possibly this is what the son of Rick Warren, author of the Purpose Driven Life, felt like before he committed suicide in early April.
Depression isn’t prejudiced like we are. It doesn’t pick and choose based on gender, height, or financial status. It doesn’t care if we are Christian or not…even if we’re the child of a famous pastor…depression hits us all. And it can feel overwhelming. At times our depression is the result of a situation and can be temporary. For some, depression can be clinical and an on-going life struggle.
Most of us are fortunate to rise above the rising waters and find our hope again. And some continue to fight. If you’re fighting depression today, I encourage you to let go of the cloak of shame. Don’t let it prevent you from seeking the help you need, the help you AND your loved ones deserve. Because no matter how hopeless it seems and appears, it is a lie, no matter how real it may seem. With God, we always have hope. And that is something we all need to be reminded of.
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.” Psalms 30:5