Sometimes the Light goes out
I hadn't known depression before like I came to know it in 2022. It was an unwelcome foe that motioned me in its direction and stayed with me often like a faint shadow. Each year for the past decade, there have always been one or two days that I would call my "dark days" and then after they were over, the rest of my year was usually just fine. This past year though, I met it in a new way. There were so many great memories and moments in 2022, but they were regularly shrouded under a vail of grey, black, and white. There were days I didn't want to get out of bed and didn't want to put my best effort into things. I stayed as close to my routine as I could because that was safe... that was comfortable. I didn't want to read my Bible, I didn't want to regularly journal, I wanted to talk to the Lord (and did) but it didn't hold the same depth and joy that it had in days past. I didn't know what to call it, I just knew something wasn't right, I did...