Depression is NOT a Sin

Severe Depression Hidden Beneath a Smile

I was raised in a world where religion conflicts with the general consensus of society. 

Please understand, this statement is NOT to bash or undermine the value of spirituality in one's life. Rather, it is more a statement of the obvious. Religion and the world at large tend to clash. 

Sometimes that clash comes in the form of a lack of understanding about certain issues. At the time, depression was one of those issues. I do not remember anyone directly stating  that depression is a sin, but the idea I left childhood with was that it was. I believed that depression is a trick of the devil, and is something a 'good' Christian would not allow themselves to experience. The idea that somehow having enough of the Word of God in your heart would hold depression at bay. 

Then it happened. My husband and I moved. Someone in a position of authority over us was wreaking havoc in our personal life. Our daughter was born in such a horrific and traumatic way that I had never even heard of the possibility of a birth going so wrong. We moved away from the place of pain, and spent nine months living with different family members. It. Was. All. Too. Much. 

I was already in denial and avoiding the reality of depression and PTSD after my birth trauma. The denial lasted for about a year. By the time the two year mark rolled around, I was increasingly overwhelmed with both, but had such intense shame that I remained untreated. The people in my 'religious' world were oblivious to my pain. Two ladies from religions very different than my own randomly and briefly entered my life. Both of them saw it, and both of them caused me to break down and cry. It was almost another full year (3 years in, if you are counting) after that before I went to see a doctor. I knew I was depressed, but I was hoping not to be told that. The answer came back swiftly. The chemicals in my brain were imbalanced, and I had full blown MDD and anxiety. The doctor put me on Cymbalta, and I - so desperate for help - was too afraid to take it. 

Acknowledging what I resisted for so long opened the flood gates. I quit going out. I quit seeing people. I mechanically went through the motions of being a mother - something I had SO coveted after infertility and loss. I felt so cheated that this thing I wanted most in the world had brought me so much mental torture and pain. I felt guilty that I had not 'given' my sweet and happy daughter the perfect entrance into the world she so deserved; guilty that her birth was literally the worst day of my life instead of the best. 

I desperately hid my suicidal misery from everyone I could think of, for fear of being judged a weak Christian. The truth is that I have never sought God more fervently in my life. Reading Scripture filled as much of my spare time as possible. Prayer was a continuous inward cry of God, PLEASE HELP!! It was vital to my life in a way it hasn't been before, but even then I could not pray the depression away. It was NOT a demonic problem. It was a physical problem. My husband and doctor would convince me to get on my medication, and then I would confide in someone who would say "If it were me, I would not take it." so I would quit cold turkey, and become suicidal all over again. 

Let me make this clear to everyone who says that suicide is a choice. It is ONLY a choice in the barest possible sense of the word. Lynn Wells, person,  would NEVER in a million years take her life. Lynn Wells, sufferer of depression, believed that the world was better off without her... that someone could be a better mother to her child, a better wife to her husband, a better friend to her friends. The list goes on. Depression cripples you. It lies to you. It changes you. Suicide is never the rational choice, but depression isn't rational. It just isn't.

Thank the Lord, my pastor stepped up to bat for me. He explained to me that there are some outdated ideas about depression - not just in religious circles, but in the world at large. He explained to me that we are now aware that depression IS an illness. It is something that often (as in my case) is determined by chemicals in the body. He, along with three other people I love tremendously (one being my husband) became my core support, and made me understand that it was OKAY that I was sick. I timidly allowed a few more people to know what I was going through on a lesser level. To my shock, in a time when I initially felt that I was letting down everyone and could trust no one, I found myself graced and braced with a support system. 

About ten months after I was prescribed medication, I weaned off of it. I had prayed non-stop that the medicine would make me sick as it worked so I would know when to step down. It began making me ill about six months in, I think, and the doctor reduced my dose. When it made me sick again later on, I was able to come off of it. I could laugh again. I could smile without forcing it. I felt weak and vulnerable, but I was clearly recovering. People began to tell me "You sound so good!" instead of asking "Are you okay?" :)

Something important happened during that better part of a year when I was receiving help and treatment. I finally came out of my denial and acknowledged the pain I had been going through the past three years. I grieved over my birth experience. I grieved over the person who had nearly brought ruin to my marriage (not a female... nothing like that). I grieved over the friend who walked away from me when I needed a friend the most. I grieved, and grieved, and grieved, and at the end of that grief I rediscovered joy and peace. 

Could I have prayed away the depression? No. It was chemical. It required medication. Did I 'choose' to be depressed? No. NOBODY in the world wants to feel that. If you've been sad and figure you therefore understand true depression, I promise you that you do not. I still get sad sometimes. I still get the blues sometimes. Winter scares me to this day because I am most likely to develop days and days in a row of sadness. None of these things is the same as true depression. I hope to never experience it again, but I am glad that I am aware now that it exists. I am able to extend understanding and grace to those suffering, where before I could only do what essentially boiled down to praying for them to fix themselves. I am deeply ashamed of that.

I know this has been a long blog, but it bears repeating. I am NOT speaking out against religion. I am NOT saying that Christians are bad people who don't get it. Why? Because I was young and ignorant when I had those views, and since I have been through it myself, my eyes have been opened to an entire world of other Christians who have also been through it. We DO cling to our Lord and Savior when we are despairing. We DO look to His Word for comfort, and comfort may be found. I had a very young and arrogant view of life, but that has changed now. 

If, somehow, you find yourself among the small fraction of people left who think depression is a sin, please reconsider. 

Depression is not a sin. It is not a demonic possession or oppression. It is not a choice that any person would make for himself. Depression is serious, and when believers turn their back on one another (again, the few that do - I am in no way indicting everyone), then they ARE sinning. 

We are called to "Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another;". (Romans 12:10) Yes, there are verses about reproving, rebuking, and exhorting (2 Tim 4:2) and a verse stating "faithful are the wounds of a friend" (Prov 27:6), but those verses would be grossly misapplied in this situation. An uncaring person focuses solely on reproving, rebuking, and wounding but ignores the edifying, affection, brotherly love, honor or the many, many commands the Lord has given to treat one another with love, compassion, and grace. 

In this time of renewed national attention on depression, may we Christians not brush it off as a 'worldly' problem or as a symptom of failing faith. Let us discover those in the church pews who are suffering, and wrap ourselves around them in support. When people fall ill or are struck with tragedy, we step up for them. When that tragedy or illness leads to depression, let us not back away. God forbid we should be condemning, but instead be stabilizing, supportive, and renewing. These are true hallmarks of Christianity.

Late Update

 Hello! I have been having a lot of trouble with cameras and cards for this summer, so this morning I snagged my husband's phone for a few quick pictures. My garden looks to be a sloppy mess right now, but that is because it is growing! Can you tell?
I couldn't even get all of the pumpkin plant in the picture, it has sprawled out so far!

This is a view of the garden from the back. 

That same pumpkin plant has also spread lengthwise along the back of all of my other bales on both sides of the bale out of which it is growing. In fact, it is now crawling up the chubby little pine tree that is in our yard!

You can see that it has grown behind the cucumbers, watermelon, and broccoli plants to the begin winding its way up the tree. 

The flower you see blossoming on the tree is a female pumpkin blossom. This morning I saw two bees in there. Now I wonder if I will end up with a pumpkin in a pine tree!

There are three pumpkins growing at the front of the bales right now, and two of them are already turning orange!

I did not expect that so early in the season. These pumpkins have not gotten very large, although they are much larger than they started out. 

This pumpkin is one of the first two blossoms I pollinated by hand. The other one grew for a while and then died off. 

This little pumpkin is from the first blossom that Giraffe pollinated by hand! :) 

I am so proud of her! She has come to really love learning about gardening. In true home schooling style, we have found many lessons in the backyard through this experience. 

We have learned about seed germination, properties of soil, parts of a plant, pollination, growing conditions, plant illnesses, photosynthesis, metamorphosis, insects, bees, fertilization... you name it! :) 

The best part is that none of it has been schooled learning. It has all been naturally incorporated into daily life. :) 

This little guy is the first pumpkin to have been successfully pollinated by the sweet little honey bees!! :) :)

We are very excited by this, and it gives us great hope for the female blossom open today on the pine tree. 

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The celery is growing a little bit taller every week. 

This last week saw a lot of tall new shoots grow straight up the top. My celery is now, finally, just about the height you buy at the super market!

Now we just need it to thicken up and finish getting ripe. I am concerned it might end up bitter, given the amount of water it has soaked up from a summer's worth of water play. 




Tomatoes continue to boom. The beefsteak tomato plants in the planters are still growing like crazy. You can hardly see the wagon they spilled over onto anymore. lol 

The plants here are now over 5 feet tall, and sending up new shoots every week

This is how it looks from the other side. Like I said, my plants/garden/yard are a hot mess. lol 



As long as I get a good yield, it is a hot mess that I am willing to live with!















The broccoli finally came to a head, as you can see here. 

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We have been very excited to watch it grow and thrive!! My dad came by the other day and cut it out for me, so now we wait to see another one come on! 

Since the pumpkin plant grew through and took over the cucumber, it has been slow to produce. 

We are averaging one to three full sized cucumbers about every ten days. This was our largest yet, measuring just shy of 11 3/4 inches long. 

It has been a real delight reaping the slow harvest of peas, cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, and finally beefsteak tomatoes and broccoli. If we can just get the watermelon to take off in spite of being planted late, we will happily add watermelon, pumpkin, and celery to our harvest before summer is out. :)