I think it’s time I just come clean.
I have been suffering from depression and anxiety for as long as I remember. It’s always there, sitting quietly in the corner, letting me know that maybe today is the day he’ll take charge again.
I do my best to keep him there.
But wait. I’m a Christian. How can I call myself a Christian and also suffer from depression? Does this mean I am somehow a liar? Shouldn’t the sacrifice of Jesus be enough to heal me forever from this darkness that threatens to overcome?
Well, here’s the short version: the blood of Jesus IS enough, but sometimes, I’m still sick. Sometimes, God chooses to leave us in our illness. He’s still THERE for us, but he does NOT always heal us.
Even the best Christians get sick now and then, and I’m hardly the best. We don’t blame a woman for acquiring breast cancer. She is celebrated as a fighter. We don’t blame a child for acquiring leukemia. We pray for her healing and think of her fondly, hoping against hope that the tests will come back clean.
Why am I supposedly in charge of my depression? How is this different from any other disease? I’ve had it my whole life, and chances are slim it’s going away. If you are my friend or my family, here is what I need from you.
- You can’t really fix me. You can support me, call me, make sure I’m alive.
- You can watch my social media and decide if my posts have become too dark. It’s okay to reach out to me. It’s even okay to get angry with me. Just don’t expect me to “buck up” or “be thankful” or “move on” just because you think I’ve “wallowed” too much.
- Force me to go do things. Make me leave the house and get some sunlight. If I try to lose myself in my work, don’t let me. Tell me you love me and come over if necessary. If I can’t get out of bed, climb in with me. Watch reruns of “Downton Abbey” until you can’t stand it. Make me shower.
- Make sure I’m taking my meds. No, you don’t have to parcel them out like a nurse or anything, but just ask me … gently…if I think they are working. By the way, DO NOT ask this if we are fighting. This is the equivalent of your husband saying “Wow–are you on your period or something?” NOT COOL.
- Love me anyway.
Thank you, Jenny Lawson, for your new book Furiously Happy which reminded me that I can be crazy and still hilarious and cool. You are my hero.
3 thoughts on “How to Love Your Depressed Friend”
Ahhh…… Tina, this is SO helpful to me – not only for you but for some other special people in my life. Thank you × millions for your vulnerability and honesty. You ROCK!
I think depression is one of the most misunderstood diseases, especially for the Christian. I heard from a pulpit recently that depression is caused by a lack of faith. My wonderful Son In Law reminded me that CS Lewis suffered from it. Where was his level of faith?
I am so blessed to have friends and family who recognize my symptoms and are always ready to take me under their wing until I can get back on my feet again.
Kelly, you are so right!
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