I’ve been through quite a few rough things in my past. I’ve never had to deal with a serious disease, but I’ve had to deal with some blows that lead to thoughts of suicide. Fortunately I soldiered through, primarily because I was too darn pig-headed to give up.

I’ve never had a child, but I lived with not having a place of my own for many years. As a struggling writer, I’ve lived with the good and the bad. Being broke is no fun. I’ve been there and done that so often I don’t even want to think about it. Being dependent on others is no fun. I’ve been there and done that. I know what it is like to think how much better it would have been for everyone if I’d not survived birth.

I’ve been where you are and have done much of that - and it is miserable. You don’t like to make others miserable, but sometimes you just want to vent. That’s fine. I do know that life does get better - if you allow it.

The thing my therapist taught me was my depression was self-inflicted and not chemical - so I could learn how to stop it in its tracks. I learned the moment I started thinking I was depressed I would become depressed - so I had to stop thinking about being depressed. I had to stop thinking about being down. It took years, but being down and depressed don’t even occur to me now.

The other thing that pulled me out of my depression was my faith. I have learned to live by the verses: Rejoice always; Pray with-out ceasing; and in Everything give thanks - this is the will of Christ. You are in my prayers.

Life does get better. I know. I’ve been the lowest of the low. The Lord has a wonderful purpose for your life. There are times when He allows to reach the end of our ‘rope’ so we will stop and say “have your own way”. That’s when things start to get exciting.