Depression Showed Me THE WAY
Depression. Have you met anyone who has not suffered depression to some degree or another? I learned so much from depression. I’ve learned to seek out answers to the why. I know at times an answer may not come, at least not quickly enough. Help may seem out of reach.
I will never forget the sadness, emptiness, not wanting to be anywhere, do anything mood I experienced. It didn’t make sense. I had a wonderful husband who was a full-time student and worked small jobs to help out financially. We had our first daughter that year, and I was 30.
I didn’t want to kill myself, but I just wanted to disappear. I would go to work, come home, or go wherever I needed to, but I just didn’t want to exist. I worked full time, was a salaried pharmacist, made enough to pay the bills, but we did live paycheck to paycheck. We had a nice home and a wonderful neighbor who would take care of our daughter when my husband couldn’t take her to school or to work. She was left for about 10 hours a week.
My family did not live close, but we had a wonderful church family at the time. I knew I was depressed, and I’ll never forget opening a Christian magazine and the title of one of the articles was “Mental Illness in the Church”. I couldn’t believe it. It talked about how the church was not able to handle mental illness, and they don’t know what to do. They talked about how prevalent it was, but were silent. So what was I supposed to do? I had a wonderful doctor who treated me for asthma and allergies, and he would pray with his patients. I didn’t even think about calling him.
About 2 months into this awful feeling, I felt I couldn’t take it anymore. I prayed, really opened my heart and asked God for an answer to WHY? Our daughter was 8 months old now, and she knew when I left her. I worked 40 hours a week, and I’ll be honest, she bonded more with her father during this time. If anyone asked me to go anywhere or do anything, once she was born, I always declined if she could not come with me, as I felt like I didn’t have enough time with her. People realized this and would always say, “and you can bring Eden.” She was such a quiet, contented baby that my husband even took her to classes and group projects for school with him.
As I prayed, asking for WHY, I did get an answer. The answer was “You miss your baby, that is normal, and you want more time with her.” OKAY, yes, I know that, so what am I supposed to do? Trust, trust God, and go to work 4 days a week. What? But I’m salaried; Ed doesn’t bring in much money now. I use the calculator at the grocery store and cut coupons, how? How am I supposed to do this? AND we have 2 small car payments. Ed had the cutest blue Ford Ranger pickup truck, and when I would drive it, I remember people asking me if I was interested in selling it. Hmmm, shouldn’t have a problem selling it, I thought. All I knew was I wanted the way I was feeling to go away, and I would do what I needed to. I was quite a control freak back then. Thank you, Lord, how much you have changed me since then!
I knew I could do this IF I knew how much I would bring home working 4 days a week. I called human resources and explained I was a salaried pharmacist and wanted to know how much I would make if I worked 4 days a week. This woman told me she could not tell me that. I said okay, discussed with my manager going 4 days a week, and told him my reason was that I wanted to spend more time with my baby. He was a Christian, and he and his wife were pharmacists and had 3 children. He totally understood and said that would be fine. I still had no idea what my pay would be. I HAD to trust and make these changes, OR LIVE in the depressed state I was in. I told my husband what I needed to do, and he agreed to sell the truck, and then we would find something to get him through for a year or so as he finished school. God bless him for doing a paper route for a few months. He was out the door by 4 am EVERY morning and in bed by 7:30 pm, and had Eden, our daughter, on a great schedule. I would get home at 9 pm from the pharmacy and wake her up. This was too much for him, and I told him it’s enough doing school full time and taking care of our baby pretty much full time.
We advertised the truck, and it sold for the asking price before our next payment was due. I started to work 4 days a week, not knowing what my pay would be. Those 2 weeks were not filled with anxiety over what I would be getting paid. It gave me 3 days a week with my daughter, and I was so happy for the time I had with her. It was amazing how that additional day with her made all the difference. We found an old Cadillac for sale by owner, and we were able to buy it for Ed. It drove nicely and lasted the year.
My first paycheck, working 4 days a week, arrived. I opened it and it was FOR MORE THAN WHEN I WAS ON SALARY!! WHAT? I COULDN’T BELIEVE IT!
Apparently, I dropped a tax bracket, which allowed me to bring home more pay. I trusted God when I heard his voice. I could’ve given many excuses for why I couldn’t do what I did. I thanked God. I knew that the depression I was feeling was not what God intended for me. When I sought him for the answer, He gave one. I had to be open to the next step, and I had to trust him. I know God does not want his children living in a depressed state. We have so much to live for because of His love for us and because Jesus lives today. I think back over that time in my life (I was in my 30s) and how I tried to control that situation. I was originally willing to make changes if I could figure out the outcome. I think about that woman at human resources who told me she could not tell me what I needed to know. Reality is I didn’t need TO KNOW, I NEEDED TO TRUST.
Before this incident, I trusted God in tithing ( that’s for another chapter), and I believe He honored my faithfulness in that area.
I have, over the years, suffered some depression, and have learned to seek God FIRST, asking Him to show me the way. I have avoided medications, but do always ask God to show me what treatment, and or changes in my life I may need to make. I’ve learned to trust Him as I make changes that can be scary, but I know He never lets me down. This world and its ways can wear a person out. God and His way bring me life and a deep sense of joy that I could never get. Yes, I’m thankful when I start to slip into a depression, for I know it forces me to evaluate what God wants for me. What the enemy tried to use for bad, God turned it around for His good and my good! He will do the same for you!