Here I am again,back in the familiar sights and sounds and feelings of depression. My therapist has encouraged me to recognize it for what it is and avoid the pitfall of beating myselves up over it. The psychiatrist is back to experimenting with different drug combinations to relieve the symptoms since the one that was working so well for me had to be discontinued due to damage being done to my stomach.

Often when I find myself to be at a loss to express what I am feeling, I turn to the Psalms (or in this case God prompted my spirit to recall the passage from Psalms I have meditated on before).

Psalm 40:2
He drew me up out of a horrible pit [a pit of tumult and of destruction], out of the miry clay (froth and slime), and set my feet upon a rock, steadying my steps and establishing my goings.

I find tremendous comfort and courage to keep moving on when I set my mind on God’s words. He so, so, so understands exactly what I’m going through; and He knows the way out of it. He has set my feet upon a rock before, and steadied my steps and showed me the way. He will do it again. But right now it’s hard to hang on to that. So I will just have to let Him hold on to me instead.