Confession: Um. I have a propensity toward seasonal depression.
The fancy word for it is SAD—Seasonal Affective Disorder—an elaborate way of saying I have trouble handling winter. My body and mind react to the lack of sunlight in the winter months, resulting in varying levels of despondency.
I hate this bent in myself. I want to outlast the winter with charisma, energy, and hope. This year I have nice chunks of all three left to me, but I feel the diminishing, the exhausting, like a salt block set out in the fall licked by too many deer and raindrops. I need sunlight.
I was asked to share my SAD story with a class tomorrow, maybe 15 people, and I’m excited and worried. This week I’d like to share parts of it here as well–give you a few snapshots from the darker places Jesus has met me. I would so much rather chaff with you, keep it cool and make you fall off your chair laughing. But I can’t just now.
It is hard to write when I feel gray. It is hard to get out with people. It is hard to focus, to make decisions, to care about stuff, to engage.
Yet I bless Jesus for the healing I’ve experienced. He brought me out of intense darkness into this resting place of grace.
Do any of you identify with my tendency? Maybe you or someone you love has struggled with a similar issue?
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