This is my first memory of struggling against depression. I was in high school.
I was sitting on the floor in the corner of my bedroom hugging my well worn paperback NIV Bible and sobbing.
Mom came in to check on me.
"I thought that helped," Mom said, gesturing towards my Bible.
"It does," I said.
Mom says the depression started earlier, at least as far back as middle school.
Dad says he always knew I was prone to depression, even when I was a little kid.
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Next month is a happier topic! I will post all of the pictures you send!
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