Or that title could be "Moron Depression", depending on how you think of me. (Sorry, but I really enjoy word plays like that!)
I will now attempt to break out of the somber mood I began with my post about depression yesterday. But I will attempt to not be TOO giddy, lest you think that my doctor missed half of the "manic-depressive" diagnosis. (I do wonder sometimes. . . .)
What I would love to do here is offer a full synopsis of my entire struggle with depression, complete with all of the factors in my life that have contributed to it, and the many steps that I'm taking to overcome it. But even that "synopsis" would seem more like a novel. I don't like reading l-o-n-g posts, so I'll try not to write one!
The long and short of it is that I am doing MUCH better than I was early on in parenthood. I am so incredibly thankful to the Lord because He has really set me free from a lot of erroneous patterns of thinking and lies of the evil one. He has put people in my path to help me, encourage me, pray for me, and love me. (My husband is a SAINT!) And I'm thankful for modern medical treatment. Although I don't want to rely solely on drugs, the anti-depressant I'm taking has leveled out my mood enough so that I can really focus on the things I need to do to get better.
I don't want to leave this so short, but I know that my struggle with depression is not entirely over. I suspect I will be able to go into more detail with further posts, as the Lord leads me.