I don’t have the fight left in me and it’s obvious that I need to reach out to the Lord for help. But what do you do if you held on because you knew it was the only way to get through life, and then you slowly slip away. I stopped going to church in July. Made a new habit of staying away. There’s things inside me I know I have to do, but I just don’t want to do them anymore. I’m tired of trying to figure this out.
Hi JustArmy,
Just saw your post today.
I am 48 and for the past 2 years have been rather depressed.I have alternated between defeatest resignation and pummelling God’s breast to please grant my peitition.
To compound the problem, the devil usually uses these trying times to really get at you.
Then the other day I had a thought: But what if this is where and how He wants me to be at this moment? What if sad and depressed is what I have to be at this particular point in my life?
Then I thought about Christ’s temptation in the dessert and the abandoment He felt on the Cross. So I thought, If Christ went through it all, why should I be spared the anguish. So I prayed to the Father that if this is where and how He wants me to be then I accept it. And this knowledge deep in my heart came: that I am not bearing this on my own.
Somehow my whole perspective changed and a little hesitant joy slowly sprung.
There is so much emphasis these days on having fun and being happy that you get treated like a pariah should (heaven forbid) you say you are depressed. And come to think of it, much of the fun we’re supposed to have is all rather shallow,anyway.
I think the healing comes from embracing rather than fighting it. It is after all a cross and can be quite a heavy one. I don’t know how one unites one’s suffering with Christ’s, but I do know that for this moment in my life, God’s grace will be enough.
I have found too that the depression deepens the more I think about the future. So I have stopped trying to think too much about tomorrow and the days after. But there is a certain compulsion to worry about the morrow so I continually ask for the grace to concentrate on the present moment. I take one day at a time for God’s grace is only sufficient for the day. The bread is a daily bread. I pray for the grace to embrace each day.
I know that this will not last, so I remind myself that He is the Lord of time and that in His time not mine, all will be well.
Much of my depression I found came from fear. So my prayers centre mostly on asking God to lay His hand on me and banish my fears.
Most of all, the Eucharist, I know has seen me through all these.
A little story about St Augustine which might help you (if you are Catholic).
When St Augustine was having a problem with the Real Presence of Christ in the Eucharist, he heard a voice say to him: “I am the bread of the strong. Eat me. But you will not transform me and make me part of you, rather I will transform you and make you part of me.”
So please go back to Church even if you don’t feel like it.
You don’t have to think or pray. Just spend time before Him in the Blessed Sacrament and just gaze at him. Just be in His presence.
Better still, go back to receiving Him in communion. He is the bread of the strong.
Oh and yes, some month’s back I asked Him to please grant me the grace to hope.
I think, that sometimes we pray much for material things but rarely ask (if ever) for an increase in faith, hope and charity.
And yet these are what will see us through during our earthly pilgrimage.
I will keep you in my prayers.