The Fight for Joy
I've struggled in the throes of depression, that battle I know well. There were traces of it in high school, battles in college, and later in my life, well... low grade depression affected me every day. For ten years. As I think about it though, I'm not sure it was clinical. Each season I faced was circumstantial. In high school I was lonely, in college I had to find my identity. The ten years kicked off of a manic high in 2009. I lost my job, and I went low. But in the process of losing it I was starting to go. I was struggling with identity again. I felt my job was a dead end, but I had no way out. I was supposed to go to seminary that fall, if I recall, and my best friend didn't send in a recommendation. She was fearful because of my manic episode. But I wonder if she knows her fears and worries took such a toll on my life. I've forgiven her, I think. Maybe. Maybe I've buried the offense down deep. Jesus, I choose to forgive. Even though it's taken a toll o...