Depression sucks. . . literally sucks the life out of me.

May 9, 2026

 

This bottomless pit of utter despair envelopes me and I cannot imagine a way out.

At this moment, I have found a precarious little ledge I’m resting on. Hoping it holds for just a bit while I gasp for air.

And yet I realize that the dark is still surrounding me.

The pit is still there, waiting to suck me down even further.

And I look up, way up. I see a teeny tiny pinprick of light.

I hear a voice, faint at first but growing louder.

I feel a presence. . . there’s someone there!

I squint, using the last little bit of my energy.

It’s a friend, calling my name!

Tears stream down my face. I collapse in a heap on the ledge, weeping.

Someone heard me.

Someone cares.

 

Romans 12:15, “Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.”

Ecclesiastes 4:9-10, “Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down, one can help the other up.”