That black dog on your back…
Been there, done that, have the T-shirt. Thank you Lord for a wise doctor and Prozac, never want to go there again. It was temporary and many years ago, but I still remember. It was my “Coming to America” moment.
Lately, with the enforced slowing down of being under the weather, I’ve done a lot of thinking. I’m not a medical professional, so these are just my personal ramblings.
I believe there are two kinds of Depression. Clinical and Situational.
CLINICAL. Nasty stuff. A disease as real as diabetes, kidney or heart disease. RUN, don’t walk, to get help. Whatever it takes. Prescription drugs, counselling, a little bit of exercise won’t hurt either. You can’t think straight if your brain is scrambled.
SITUATIONAL. Well woot-woot. Here I can talk from experience. Look the “situation” in the eye; if necessary get help ‘to jump the hump’ (I did), then, with a clear mind, make some decisions. Nowadays, if the Black Dog starts growling and snapping, (I so understand how chronically ill and/or old and/or lonely people can get depressed), I have two options available.
EXERCISE. The most under-prescribed prescription in the world. Nothing, but nothing beats that feeling when the endorphins kick in and after a workout or run or whatever your choice, you hit the shower. Man oh man….
THE GOOD BOOK. If for any of a 100 good reasons you can’t exercise and BTW, if you don’t take care of yourself, you can forget about taking care of anyone else. Caregivers listen up! Fight tooth and nail and beg and whine to arrange a little “me” time.
Back to THE GOOD BOOK. And that being over-tired thingy.
Enter the prophet Elijah, who seized all the prophets of Baal (450 in total), and Asherah (another 400 there) and “slew” them. Oh yes, that was after he did all other kinds of miraculous stuff. And then he gets an “oh poor me” moment and runs from a mere woman (okay, okay it was Jezebel but still), and went to the wilderness to sit down under a broom tree? Really?
“Arise and Eat.” (1 Kings 19: 5 – 8) Yup. God’s response to Elijah’s “oh poor me” moment was to give him the very tangible encouragement of food and rest. (NKJV)
I rest my case.
You’re not sick and not over-tired, just blah, and the black dog is sniffing around. Enter King David, yes; he’d be the one that took down the giant Goliath with a slingshot. (1 Sam. 17: 49)
Psalm 57: 1 (my personal favorite, taking refuge under the shadow of His Wings) and Psalm 138: 3. A treasure trove for whatever may ail you; I recommend you turn to the psalms. And as a final thought –
Check that your cup is half full and not half empty.
Cyber hugs my friends.