
Depression takes a terrible toll on its victims. They feel hopeless and helpless. All joy and happiness feels as if it has been sucked out of their lives. In its depths, it can feel as if one's very soul is on the altar. Most people with "Big D" clinical-level depression can't escape on their own. Most need medical intervention in the form of medication and counseling. It can be a long road back, but it is possible.

I have been struggling with a low-key, but insidious depression that has, to put it in a trite manner, sneaked up on me. I'm usually on top of this and haven't been lately. I've been mooning around today wondering where my patronus can be. And then I thought of it: I've had my patronus with me all along.
He is the Light of the World which the darkness cannot abide. Unfortunately, sometimes when I need Him the most, I turn to Him the least. Like Harry, I have to focus on happy memories. An ancient prophet once said, "If ye have felt to sing the song of redeeming love, I would ask, can ye feel so now?" I have. I need to remember that, reaching forward in prayer and expecting Him to be there. He always has been. He always will be.
Text copyright Gebara Education April 2013
Pictures of dementor and patronus from www.harrypotterwiki.com
Picture of the Light of the World from www.flickr.com
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