DEPRESSION
One of the most precious of the Psalms seems to be one of the least known as well as one of the shortest. It is the 131st. “O Lord, my heart is not lifted up,” is the way it begins, “my eyes are not raised too high, I do not occupy myself with things too great and too marvelous for me.” To be in a state of depression is like that. It is to be unable to occupy yourself with anything much except your state of depression. Even the most marvelous thing is like music to the deaf. Even the greatest thing is like a shower of stars to the blind. You do not raise either your heart or your eyes to the heights because to do so only reminds you that you are yourself in the depths. Even if, like the Psalmist, you are inclined to cry out, “O Lord,” it is a cry like Jonah’s from the belly of a whale.…
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