We planted
our church last summer on July 25th, 2010. That first worship service was the culmination of 18 months of planning and hard work on the part of myself and my two other co-pastors. It was one of the hardest seasons of our lives. A few months later we had about 40 people attending our church and during a service in September I distinctly remember sitting in the congregation and this thought came over me, "Wow. Here we are. We actually exist. Our church is up and running and apart from something dramatic happening, we probably are not going anywhere." It was like a corner was turned in my brain and a new chapter was beginning.
The next morning everything went dark. I know depression is hard to describe but that is how I would describe it. Everything was dark. I remember sitting at the breakfast table with my family and unable to speak, feeling an utter sense of despair, hopelessness, meaninglessness, stomach in knots, and paralyzing sadness. Everything seemed completely overwhelming and dark. There was no trigger that I could put my finger on. It was simply there for no apparent reason.
After breakfast I went downstairs and took a shower and just cried in the shower. It was so weird to experience uncontrollable crying for what was seemingly no reason at all. I probably cried twice between junior high and the birth of my first child. Since having children tears are much more accessible but this was the first time I had cried for no discernible reason. That was really scary and awkward for me.
My thoughts: What is happening to me? What if I never come out of this mental state? My wife has way too much on her plate for her to have to carry me emotionally. She needs me to be strong. With four small kids I HAVE to be able to function. I am not able to function right now.
I had to go to work that day and toughed it out. I came home after work and we had some neighbors over for dinner. I was able to fake it and having them there helped take my mind off things. The next day during the afternoon the darkness seemed to lift and things were back to normal.
It was 36 hours of mental hell and then it was gone almost as quick as it landed upon me. It was jarring and very scary. I never want to go through that again, though I know I probably will in the future.
Some thoughts since that experience:
1. Will this ever happen again and happen for a longer period of time? It is easy to walk in fear after an experience like that. Mental illness is all over my family tree. Is there coming a day when I will completely lose it?
2. Mental illness is scarier than a broken arm because it seems so much harder to control. I have control issues.
3. This experience has given me much greater compassion for those who battle in these ways. Oftentimes they suffer in silence. There can be great shame heaped upon them from the Christian community because of mental breakdowns or illness. I don't know where we get the idea that Christians are supposed to be happy and healthy all the time. It certainly is unbiblical.
4. Many people suffer in the darkness of depression for years and years. I need to be thankful that it was only 36 hours.
5. I am confronted with my own feeble human brokenness (Romans 8:18) and this truth banishes from my mind any thoughts of over confidence in myself. Certainly this is a blessing.
6. My hunger and thirst for the day when Jesus makes all things new continues to be more acute in light of my personal brokenness. This life is but a mist but when you are despairing it can feel like an eternity. I long for the resolution of the tension in which we live. It will come. There will be a happy ending.
I know many of you have experienced similar trials. Feel free to share your thoughts and reflections.
Resources worth considering:
When the Darkness Will Not Lift: Doing What We Can While We Wait for God--and Joy

Depression: A Stubborn Darkness--Light for the Path
Spiritual Depression: Its Causes and Cure