I used to think I wasn’t the type that struggled with depression. During some deep personal struggles, I remember thinking I’m so glad I don’t struggle with depression, for this would be a really dark time.
Normally I would describe myself as an upbeat, passionate person who thinks deeply, sees life realistically and bustles about with high energy.
But as I look back over my 36 years on this earth, I see some mountain top experiences paired with some equally low valley seasons that were longer and darker than I gave them credit for. It’s hard to understand life as you walk it forward. It’s not until you look back that events make sense, yet time and circumstances don’t often allow you the luxury of looking back and reflecting.
Since my grandfather passed away, and even right after he took a dramatic turn for the worse, I have struggled off and on with this darkness.