I have friends who suffer from depression. This morning, I
read these words by Parker Palmer in his wonderful book Let Your Life Speak. In chapter 4, Parker Palmer shares his own struggle
with depression. In the midst of his story, he tells of a friend who suffered
from depression and he gleans some valuable insight from the experience. I hope
this passage provides a glimmer of hope and reveals a pathway to compassionate understanding.
–Troy
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“Twice in my forties I spent
endless months in the snake pit of the soul. Hour by hour, day by day, I
wrestled with the desire to die, sometimes so feeble in my resistance that I ‘practiced’
ways of doing myself in. I could feel nothing except the burden of my own life
and the exhaustion, the apparent futility, of trying to sustain it.
“I
understand why some depressed people kill themselves: they need the rest. But I
do not understand why others are able to find new life in the midst of a living
death, though I am one of them. I can tell you what I did to survive and,
eventually, to thrive—but I cannot tell you why I was able to do those things
before it was too late.
“Because
of my not knowing, perhaps I have learned something about the relation of
depression to faith, as this story may illustrate. I once met a woman who had
wrestled with depression for much of her adult life. Toward the end of a long
and searching conversation, during which we talked about our shared Christian
beliefs, she asked, in a voice full of misery, ‘Why do some people kill
themselves yet others get well?’
“I knew
that her question came from her own struggle to stay alive, so I wanted to
answer with care. But I could come up with only one response.
“’I
have no idea. I really have no idea.’
“After
she left, I was haunted by regret. Couldn’t I have found something more hopeful
to say, even if it were not true?
“A few
days later, she sent me a letter saying that of all the things we had talked
about, the words that stayed with her were ‘I have no idea.’ My response had
given her an alternative to the cruel ‘Christian explanations’ common in the
church to which she belonged—that people who take their lives lack faith or
good works or some other redeeming virtue that might move God to rescue them.
My not knowing had freed her to stop judging herself for being depressed and to
stop believing that God was judging her. As a result, her depression had lifted
a bit.
“I take
two lessons from that experience. First, it is important to speak one’s truth
to a depressed person. Had I offered wishful thinking, it would not have
touched my visitor. In depression, the built-in bunk detector that we all
possess is not only turned on but is set on high.
“Second,
depression demands that we reject simplistic answers, both ‘religious’ and ‘scientific,’
and learn to embrace mystery, something our culture resists. Mystery surrounds
every deep experience of the human heart: the deeper we go into the heart’s
darkness or its light, the closer we get to the ultimate mystery of God. But
our culture wants to turn mysteries into puzzles to be explained or problems to
be solved, because maintaining the illusion that we can ‘straighten things out’
makes us feel powerful. Yet mysteries never yield to solutions or fixes—and when
we pretend that they do, life becomes not only more banal but also more
hopeless, because the fixes never work.
“Embracing
the mystery of depression does not mean passivity or resignation. It means
moving into a field of forces that seems alien but is in fact one’s deepest
self. It means waiting, watching, listening, suffering, and gathering whatever
self-knowledge one can—and then making choices based on that knowledge, no
matter how difficult. One begins the slow walk back to health by choosing each
day things that enliven one’s selfhood and resisting things that do not.”
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