In what seemed like seconds after turning the calendar to November, a wave of depression hit me hard. It dogged me through the weekend and it’s with me now. With it comes feelings of self-doubt.
Those who know me see me as a confident man, and most of the time I am. I’ve been through enough to know that with the right attitude and will, things ultimately work out.
I’m usually confident about my workmanship and ability to see through the clutter of life. But in this wave of depression, that part of me has gone missing. I find myself doubting my abilities.
In this state, the things I do wrong seem bigger and more pronounced than the things I do right. It can be paralyzing, but I can only allow it to be that way for a short time.
At work and at home, I have a lot of responsibility. I can’t neglect those responsibilities, no matter how hopeless I feel.
So I do what I’ve always done. I show up and take my best swing.
In the big picture, beyond the depression, I know I do more good than not. The depression is usually temporary, and I know that before long, the positives will look bigger than the negatives.
In real life, the positives ARE bigger than the negatives. But for now, I feel like shit.
I need to get back to using my coping tools — playing guitar every day, setting aside time daily for prayer, and seeing a therapist. Yesterday I found a new therapist, so I’m almost back on track there.
The Christmas season is usually when I feel like this. My goal this time is to make that the season where I emerge from the storm, stronger than ever.
“After the Storm” by William Bradford