It really sucks to be sitting in my recliner, minding my own business, enjoying the stillness of the evening and suddenly feel the squeeze on my brain and know that soon my world will become a very, very dark place. I have been told that my battle is spiritual and that I need to get right with God (Been there. Done that. Standing redeemed and uncondemned before Him, thanks to the immeasurable gift
of His Son. You can condemn me if
you want, but the fact of the matter is you're wrong.) I've been told my
problem is emotional. Alright. Judge me for that then. I'm sure that
will knock some sense into me and make it all better.
In all honesty, though, why is it so hard for people to accept that depression and other mental illnesses may be largely physical?! If you haven't struggled with it yourself and experienced firsthand the havoc one's body chemistry can wreak on a person's life, at least read up on it before you judge. You may be surprised at what you find.
In all honesty, though, why is it so hard for people to accept that depression and other mental illnesses may be largely physical?! If you haven't struggled with it yourself and experienced firsthand the havoc one's body chemistry can wreak on a person's life, at least read up on it before you judge. You may be surprised at what you find.