David on Depression

Depression“It was like being locked in a dark closet, and I didn’t even know there was a door. It’s been a struggle, but I’ve finally come out of the shadows and into the light. I guess things started to go downward after my sister, Gina, died a few years ago. We were always close, and she could always lift my spirits when the blues hit home. Now she was gone, and in some ways, I’d gone with her.

“It scared me, the first time I seriously thought about how to end things. My close friends really pushed me into counseling, and if they hadn’t well, I don’t know. Gina’s death and my own depression…it got all tangled up, and I guess I started drinking a bit too much. I guess that’s what you call depression.

“That all seems a long time ago now. Seems like a long slow climb up, but I’m thankful now for every breath and every day I don’t spend in that closet! I still miss Gina, but I’ve learned how to do what she used to do for me…look at me through her eyes, and be more ‘compassionate’ with myself.”   Ring Me