While my feelings often jump quickly to red, the truth is that life is rarely red. Sometimes yellow is more accurate (like being on time for a medical appointment). I’ve discovered that life is meant to be lived in the green zone.
Concentration became close to impossible. I would list the things I wanted to accomplish in my head, but often even the essentials slipped through my fingers. As morning became evening, I would remember all that I had not done. It wasn’t that I lost interest; I really did want to... Where was God?
Before we begin to share our stories with others and before we wrestle with how vulnerable we might want to be, it makes sense to really know our stories. My story matters and so does yours.
In this journey of loving someone with depression, if there's one thing I'd leave you with, it is this: never stop looking for beauty.
