I have suffered from chronic depression for almost 5 years now. I have sought spiritual healing as well as medical treatment. After all this time and everything I’ve done I’m still not better. Lately I have found myself to be resentful towards God because I feel like none of the things I’ve tried have worked. I go to church regularly, participate in the sacraments (eucharist and confession) I have been to a spiritual retreat, read spiritual books, prayed daily (rosary and the chaplet of Divine Mercy) I’ve gone to a life in the spirit seminar, I’ve gone to a few healing masses, have been prayed for numerous times. I am finding that I just no longer believe. I think God wants me like this for some reason so I just no longer want to bother with him.
I want to trust in God again… can anyone offer any suggestions or words of encouragement?
Have endured depression for 50+ years, Andrea22, yet God and I are
occassionally on speaking terms.
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Pop had schizophrenia, Mom has advanced Altzheimers -
and I try not to dwell on the possiblity that He may be out to
drive me looney. :bighanky:
Depression is a very very painful reality to deal with.
Got so bad that I have been hospitalized twice.
Some of the dearest hearts I have ever encountered
were my ward mates. Gentle, kind hearts, and suffering.
I have a stance -
vis a vis depression and the spiritual life.
I hold that God entrusts individuals with this kind of illness.
He entrusts some souls with this, so that their trust of
Him comes at great cost. To love Him in the midst of great suffering is
to trust Him in all things.
One of the hard things, that accompanies such illness, is that
no one sends a card, or calls one up - to see how one is feeling.
People don’t seem to know what to say. It is not a lack of
charity, on their part, I don’t think. It’s just awkward to know
what to say.
At age 62, I’m a lot closer to returning to my Creator, than I
was at age 32. I rather fancy that when I see Him, face to face,
He might say “Do you feel better now, bunny?”
And maybe I’ll say “It wasn’t that long, was it God?”
“It seemed like such a long time to suffer, but it really wasn’t,
was it?”
I am so sorry that you endure depression, Andrea22.
As Saint Thomas More said:
“Pray for me, as I will for thee, that we may meet merrily in heaven.”
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