“The Darkness is winning.” That's
what I said the other day when this guy asked me how I was doing.
I haven't hidden the fact that I've had
struggles with depression and anxiety. They're part of my story, and
people who know me well, or who have known me for a while typically
know this about me. I guess I also don't exactly advertise this
information, but, you know, I haven't hidden it either.
When I do talk about it, I typically
talk about it as something from my past, or I talk about “healing.”
Now, when I say “healing,” I don't mean that I was magically
zapped and I literally don't experience it at all. What I do mean is
that I've moved from being compelled to listen to the voice that
tells me I'm worthless to being able to hear that voice and with some
degree of confidence announce to myself that it's lying. Here's the
thing—it's not that the voice goes away completely, but I can go a
long time and not hear it at all.
Some people still don't know what to do
with this in a Christian context. Some people are so callous as to
accuse you of lack of faith if you even experience something like
this. Most people just seem to shoot for vaguely comforting, but
they're not quite sure what to do with it.
I just went through a period of about
five days in which my depression and anxiety were both cranked up to
levels I haven't experienced in a long time.
Here are some observations from my
experience that I'm hoping will be helpful, whether you're
experiencing some of this for yourself, or if you're trying to figure
out how to be supportive for someone else--
There aren't always triggers, or at
least we may not know what they are. For many adults who deal with
these issues, we've actually learned to prepare for many of the
triggers that we can predict. The reality is that there are times
that it just happens. If you experience this, it's okay. You're not
alone. You don't have to be able to explain it to anyone else. If
you want to support someone, acknowledge their experience without
necessarily asking them to justify it.
I get that my thinking isn't exactly
right when I experience this. The problem is that it makes complete
sense to me while I'm experiencing it. In the midst of it, you
probably can't logic me out of it.
What were the most supportive things I
experienced? Honestly, the best people during this experience were
those who let me know they were there for me, and then pretty much
acted like themselves. Here's the thing—If you express support, I
can't always respond to it in a way that will make sense to you. You
may even feel helpless in not knowing what to do. Seriously, though,
if you express support, let me know you're there, this is a huge
deal. For people who deal with depression, one of the lies that the
internal monologue tells us is that no one cares. You can actually
fight this in a way we can't when we experience this. Tell us you
care. This fights the darkness. Even if you don't see a change in
our demeanor or we can't express appreciation, or we don't take you
up on your offer for a coffee or a meal or a chat, you're helping us
win.
If you're dealing with this, make up
your mind—on one of your good days—to make sure there's always
somebody, even if it's just one person, that you can tell what's
happening. When it's a bad day, you won't be able to make the
decision at that point. For me, I have one person in the two major
contexts in which I spend much of my time—one at church and one at
work. These don't have to necessarily be super close friends. They
just need to be safe people who can have a plan to help.
Because this time came on without a
trigger, I didn't have many of my coping skills at the ready.
However, I had one tool left—I had to tell someone. Bringing
somebody else inside helps fight the darkness when we can't anymore.
The guy I talked to didn't have an over the top reaction. He asked
me some straightforward questions, he prayed with me, and he set me
on a path to connecting with someone else to help.
What's crazy is the weird stuff we
experience as we begin to come out of this. I actually felt a bit
guilty about who I talked to. Not in the way you think. I didn't
have a problem talking with him, and I don't think he had a problem
processing any of what I shared. I started second guessing myself
wondering about other people I've had close relationships with, and
wondering if they'd somehow feel hurt that I didn't go to them. I've
gone back and forth wondering who should know the detailed version of
my experience.
Here's the deal—If you're looking to
support someone with this struggle, recognize that if the person
doesn't choose to share with you, it may be out of a sense of trying
to protect you. I'm not necessarily saying that's the best decision,
but I'm saying you shouldn't treat this situation as somehow being a
rejection of your friendship or support.
(Frankly, everybody around me may in
fact be pretty supportive, and the fact that I'm addressing this
issue may be a sign that I'm still not thinking all that clearly.)
You may be reading this and thinking,
“Isn't this supposed to be a blog about discipleship? Why is this
dude talking so much about his own issues?”
Reason #1—I've been accused of
sharing posts that are entirely too long on Facebook, so a blog entry
seemed like a somewhat more appropriate medium.
Reason #2—If you're in student
ministry, or you lead an adult small group, statistically, somebody
you do ministry with has this experience. I'm hoping my experience
will give you something to work with, that it will help you support
the people you love.
We're in this thing called life
together. We can't do it on our own. Even a cursory reading of the
Bible will show a consistent communal aspect to the spiritual life of
ancient Jews and early Christians.
The Apostle Paul, a Jewish extremist
who basically hunted down Christians before he became one himself,
talks about a “thorn in the flesh” that tormented him. There is
no scholarly consensus on what this means. Did Paul have a physical
ailment that put him in agony? Did he have desires that weren't
pleasing to God that he couldn't quite get rid of? Did he deal with
something like depression? At the end of the day, we don't know.
When he asked God to take this thing away, whatever it was, God's
response wasn't to get rid of it. God's response was to let Paul
know that God's grace is enough, because God's strength shows up in
human weakness. Paul takes this idea and runs with it, basically
saying he wants to see God at work, so he's going to put his own
weaknesses right up front, in order to more fully experience living
in God's strength.
This same guy, Paul, says that
Christians aren't meant to function on their own. Instead, even
though we all have different experiences, different skills, and
different gifts, that we're meant to function together. It's
actually God's design to bring these diverse people with diverse
gifts together—because we need each other. Paul says we actually
function like the parts of a human body—when one part is in pain,
it affects the whole body.
I hope my experience in dealing with
this can benefit you, whether you're struggling with the same things
I've been dealing with or you're trying to figure out how to support
somebody.