For many years I struggled with feeling depressed, especially when life seemed particularly difficult. A few years ago, my husband began traveling more often on business trips. He was traveling about one week out of every month, sometimes more. Despite many wonderful things happening in my life, when my husband would leave, I would drop into a lonely and mentally dark place. Sometimes, it was as if I were void of feeling anything.
At times, I wanted to hurt myself. I did not act on these urges, but when I told my husband about these dark thoughts, he became fearful. Though we both tried to cope with my bouts of depression, we knew that I needed to find a way to healing.
Then one day, while having lunch with my daughter, I confided to her that I just wasn’t as happy without my husband around. My daughter firmly and lovingly told me that this was not good and that I needed to change my thinking. This mentally shook me and helped “wake me up” to the need for me to pray.
