We have come to the last post in our depression series. You can read all of the posts in this series here.
We close off this series with a post from Ginny Hannon.
I thought I would never survive depression. One night, when I was in my deepest and darkest state, I sat on the bathroom floor pondering death, and I thought depression would finally win. When God enveloped me in His arms that night and helped me live another day, instead of gratitude, I felt discouragement. So I lived, but what kind of life did I have to look forward to? How could I possibly find the light when all I could see was darkness?
Depression is a horrible disease that strangles so many of us at different points in our lives. For me, my depression came after we adopted our two precious girls. At the time, I just thought I was losing my mind. I didn’t realize that post-adoption depression is a real thing, and that I wasn’t the first to suffer from it.
If you are suffering from depression, it might feel impossible to escape. However, as a survivor, I am writing this to give you hope…to let you know that the impossible can happen.
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