Depression, I hate you.
I hate the feeling of dread you leave me with when I open my eyes to greet the day.
A rock to keep me in, weighted down into my bed, stealing my desire to get out of bed.
Depression, I hate the joy you seem to take when my body is weary and my mind is weak.
Reminding me of all my inadequacy and shortcomings.
Depression, I hate that you feed from my past and prey on my anxieties,
Leaving scars and creating a monster that give the illusion of hopelessness.

Depression, you are crafty, but you, are a liar.
You steal what is not yours.
Hope, Peace, Purpose.
Those are of God and what God gives He will not take away,
They are promised due to who Christ is.
Not me.

Christ is unchanging Peace
Christ is Hope
Christ redeems Purpose

On days where I feel like Peter, sinking in the ocean,
My eyes fixed on the storm, the roaring thunder and treacherous waves,
I am grateful for a God who sees me.

A God who Lifts my eyes, who will not let me sink.
He is a God who is Close,
A God who Provides in Abundance

Though this thorn in my side will not be taken,
God’s Grace is Enough.
I will continue to nurse my grieving soul with the truths of who God is.
I will continue to recite truth until my feelings align with the truth that His Grace is Sufficient.
His gift of Salvation reminds me that there is hope.
There is an end to trials and grief and depression,
And depression, on that day, you will be washed away
Depression, you will lose.