Confessions...Depression
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My friend, Georgie has her confessional booth open and ready to roll. Although I'm not Catholic, I've never been able to picture myself sitting in a confessional booth and confessing stuff like, "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned....I took what didn't belong to me....there was a shopping cart that had stuff in it...I needed a cart and there was no one close by...so I took it." Actually, if I was Catholic, by now, the Priest would've told me to take my sorry bottom home and think about my wrong doings and stop confessing every little darn thing running through my head.
But, in all seriousness, confession is good for the soul. It releases endorphins which in return releases adrenaline which releases pheromones which lead to lots of romantic rendezvous. So, go and confess...your honey will thank you.
Anyway, back to my confession...I am a person that suffers from depression. It's not something I'm proud of but I've come to accept it as what it is. I have dealt with judgemental opinions such as, "You are a Christian woman and Christians don't get depressed." Well, I'm here to tell you that yes.we.do. And, there's nothing to be ashamed of in admitting that.
My depression actually started before I reached my teens. I now know that it was a chemical imbalance that to this day, runs in the family. As a young girl, I tried to explain it but couldn't. There just weren't words. As I went into my adult years, I knew what I was dealing with and wanted to feel like I was no longer wearing a painted smile but crying on the inside. I had the most awesome doctor. She was an old school doc. I told her all that I was feeling and she said quite calmly, "You're depressed but it's not the end of the world." She was my lifesaver. She prescribed medication that I have come to see as "happy pills". No, I'm not flying like a kite, nor am I drugged out and drooling...but I'm feeling balanced and secure...no longer feeling like the floor is falling from beneath me. I still have my bad days...especially when I feel sorry for myself and feel like there's no light at the end of the tunnel but for those days, I reach for either music or my sense of humor. It keeps me going, with God's grace!
If you feel the need to confess...head on over to Georgie's. Tell her I sent you!
My friend, Georgie has her confessional booth open and ready to roll. Although I'm not Catholic, I've never been able to picture myself sitting in a confessional booth and confessing stuff like, "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned....I took what didn't belong to me....there was a shopping cart that had stuff in it...I needed a cart and there was no one close by...so I took it." Actually, if I was Catholic, by now, the Priest would've told me to take my sorry bottom home and think about my wrong doings and stop confessing every little darn thing running through my head.
But, in all seriousness, confession is good for the soul. It releases endorphins which in return releases adrenaline which releases pheromones which lead to lots of romantic rendezvous. So, go and confess...your honey will thank you.
Anyway, back to my confession...I am a person that suffers from depression. It's not something I'm proud of but I've come to accept it as what it is. I have dealt with judgemental opinions such as, "You are a Christian woman and Christians don't get depressed." Well, I'm here to tell you that yes.we.do. And, there's nothing to be ashamed of in admitting that.
My depression actually started before I reached my teens. I now know that it was a chemical imbalance that to this day, runs in the family. As a young girl, I tried to explain it but couldn't. There just weren't words. As I went into my adult years, I knew what I was dealing with and wanted to feel like I was no longer wearing a painted smile but crying on the inside. I had the most awesome doctor. She was an old school doc. I told her all that I was feeling and she said quite calmly, "You're depressed but it's not the end of the world." She was my lifesaver. She prescribed medication that I have come to see as "happy pills". No, I'm not flying like a kite, nor am I drugged out and drooling...but I'm feeling balanced and secure...no longer feeling like the floor is falling from beneath me. I still have my bad days...especially when I feel sorry for myself and feel like there's no light at the end of the tunnel but for those days, I reach for either music or my sense of humor. It keeps me going, with God's grace!
If you feel the need to confess...head on over to Georgie's. Tell her I sent you!
Comments
I mean do people seriously think we walk on water and only do things that are righteous and holy all the time? We are never subjected to the same dealings of life that everyone else to, or are we simply immune from all of that because we are saved.
Yeah, well after being deeply depressed after hubby number 1 left me after having an affair, this after us both being saved and Christians, let's just say I suffered what I like to call a severe melt down.
Meds never really helped because they didn't address the heart of my problem and if I completed that along with counseling I would have be healed so much earlier.
I love that you have the courage to post it here because you are helping others come to terms with what they may be facing but are simply to afraid to admit.
Love and Hugs ~ Kat
I am not catholic either but my comment box plays one sometimes
YOU ROCK SIMONE!
My grandfather committed suicide, my Mom basically tried with meds and alcohol, my other non-bipolar sister tried, and so on. I've got the stories and the scares to prove it.
I love that you had the courage to speak out. So many people think they are alone in this great big world.
Confess away my friend.
HUGS
Many hugs to you.... PS loved your previous blog post!! Great photos!
I know that it's a chemical imbalance but when you hear "You should turn it over to God." or "Depression is an indulgence." it hurts.
My new doctor is a believer and he's given me the forum to express my feelings.
He's prescribe a new fibro med that should address my depression, anxiety and other stress related issues.
Thanks for the opinion and safe place to express our thoughts and feelings.
I know that it's a chemical imbalance but when you hear "You should turn it over to God." or "Depression is an indulgence." it hurts.
My new doctor is a believer and he's given me the forum to express my feelings.
He's prescribe a new fibro med that should address my depression, anxiety and other stress related issues.
Thanks for the opinion and safe place to express our thoughts and feelings.
As always, I appreciate your honesty. Depression is the common cold of mental illness, right? Christians aren't immune to the common cold, so why should we be immune to depression? I've been there and back and I'm so grateful for your post today!
Have a glorious weekend!
Don't ever be ashamed of that. Been there, done it. Will take anti-depressants again if I get to the point of needing them. NO shame here....
Hallie
If I were Catholic mine would run more along the line of "forgive me father, but after I got cut off my middle finger involuntarily went up...like a reflex"
((HUGZ!!))
Happy VGNO
my confession is most people irritate me and i have no patience either.
Dropping by from sits.
Happy Saturday everyone!
Make it a happy day!
Ms Cupcake
Zen Cupcake
So, now that I've confessed some more, should I be feeling horny?
'Cause I'm not.
Justine :o )
As for "Christians don't get depressed..." now THAT'S crazy.
xo