{It Was the Depression Talking}

“We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul,

a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain…”

Hebrews 6:19
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it was the depression talking
whispering lies.
my ears so full of its waxy, clingy dishonesties.
I couldn’t hear Yahweh’s sweet voice.
once I stumble into the fog, abruptly
I lose what’s True;
as so often happens when the depression starts talking.

sitting here, eating spicy valentine hearts, little messages of love
I see it – so funny!
He’s waiting, speaking love to me.
I am so prone to wander,
prone to falling down, again
into my old pain, old lies, old old heavy grief.
then I am grateful suddenly for the moment
when I see.
it was the depression talking
to me.

I found this article, Befriending the Darkness extremely meaningful.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. I can relate very well to this. Winston Churchill called his depression his “old black dog.” Like a thing always circling, whispering lies. Thank you for your courage to share.

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    1. you’re welcome. i’ve been wondering about my own vulnerability, considering stopping. but then i hear from someone who is helped by it. we’re all just on life’s journey. if my story can help someone, i suppose it makes the risk worth it.

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  2. andrea27ce says:

    Good, we alwaya have to remember God is always there to get us through

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    1. yes, it is difficult in the throes. but God is good.

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