If anyone actually knew the depth of depression I am dealing with, then they might commend me for the strength I have displayed thus far. They might offer a polite smile, hug or pat on the back. If they knew the morbid thoughts that rage through my mind each day, then they might ask what it is like to be sentenced to life in prison, chained to despair forever.
Let me give a brief description. This imprisonment is unlike the 'easy' way out electric chair/quick death, it is a sentence to 'life'. Bound. Locked up. Alone. There is no bail set that can pay the way out. There was never a trial by jury; there was not a trial at all. There was just a sentence to eternal imprisonment; a complete hopeless case. I have been unjustly sentenced to serve infinity in this prison with no chance for freedom.
I am not one to openly pour out my heart to people I do not know, but because I recognize the power of the written word, I am writing this.. Most of my blog postings are from journal entries that I wrote during my long battle with clinical depression. Through my journey of reading through these thoughts, I have come to gain a fuller knowledge of the depths of depression, the power of love, the power of God and the hope of healing.
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