Like a broken down truck stuck in the driveway, my depression would not budge. No prayers or well wishes fixed whatever had broken inside. No amount of gas or goodwill made the metal move. Immobilized. Tired looking. Frustrated and forlorn. Formerly chugging along without a care in the world– now immovable, stubborn and forming a groove in the lawn of my life.
I don’t know exactly what I thought depression was before it settled upon me. But I know I held some bewilderment at the reality of it. It was not a dark night of the soul requiring a spiritual awakening. It was not due to poor diet or lack of exercise. It wasn’t even due to lack of medication because Lord knows I was trying…
No, my depression was due to dysfunctional genetics. Because what went up must also come down and down and down I went.
Another med- relieve and energy renewed- then an apparent allergic reaction and back to square one. Another new med- with horrible side effects but eventually– life. Energy, Interest. Movement. My engine began to purr once again. I don’t know how long I’ll be “me” again. I dont’ know when my truck will decide to quit- but while I’m driving I sure plan to enjoy the ride.