She forgets that to love well is to remain awake to beauty, though most of the time, she does try to be ready. She is vigilant.
Depression stunts curiosity and robs us of the continued growth that stokes the embers back into flame. Stepping away from the ordinary moments of my life allowed me to miss them, to miss my husband. When I returned home, I saw him with new eyes –and I was able to love him better.
They began to pray together again — because she asked him to. The darkness didn’t feel quite so lonely anymore When you pray with someone, Jesus comes and stands in the gap between you and joins his heart with both of yours.
My husband is a person who has depression, but he is much more than what any label implies. We must fight the stigma of mental illness.