Awesome story
by Shiela Walsh (singer and former co-host of the 700 Club) on her struggle with depression.
Like most of you I am deeply saddened whenever I hear that a
fellow believer has succumbed to suicide. For me, as for a few of you,
it will always hit closer to home. My father took his life by drowning
when he was thirty-four, leaving my mother with three young children and
questions that no one on this earth could answer. I grew up struggling
with depression, believing that no matter how fast I ran or how hard I
worked, my father’s final choice would be mine as well. I understood so
little about mental illness during those years. For many who take their
lives, the element of choice isn’t there anymore. The darkness is too
dark, the pain too deep to even begin to reason.
One day in the early fall of 1992 I simply couldn’t fight anymore. I
was co-host of “The 700 Club with Dr. Pat Robertson” but on the inside I
was falling apart. I stood at the edge of the ocean in Virginia Beach
and all I wanted to do was to keep on walking until the waves were over
my head. The only thing that stopped me was the thought of my mother
receiving a call to tell her that once more she had lost someone she
loved under the water. Instead I ended up in a psychiatric hospital for a
month, diagnosed with severe clinical depression. For me, I felt as if I
had gone to hell. I had been running from that place all my life. I had
yet to understand that sometimes God will take you to a prison to set
you free. In the ashes of my former life I discovered a life worth
living, based on nothing I brought to the table, but on the fiery
relentless love of God.
That was over twenty years ago and I am not cured but I am redeemed.
I still take medication. I take it each day with a prayer of
thanksgiving that God had made this help available to those of us who
need it but I see so much that grieves me.
We, as the Church, do not handle mental illness well. Because it
doesn’t show up on an X-Ray we doubt its validity and make those who are
already suffering, suffer more. We accuse them of secret sin or lack of
faith. One of the saddest conversations I’ve ever had was with a mother
who showed me a picture of her beautiful twenty-five year old daughter.
“My daughter has struggled for years with depression but she started
to work with a church that doesn’t believe Christians should take
medication. My daughter took her own life.”
Are there situations where people are depressed by circumstances or
sin or the weather, of course there are but mental illness is a real
disease that for many can be treated so that they are able to live
meaningful, beautiful lives.
Mental illness has very little curb appeal in the Church but it’s
time to talk, to be open, to be loving and supportive, to stop shaming
those who suffer in ways too deep for words.
Although we continue to mourn with Rick and Kay Warren, God is bring good from their tragedy with all the discussions about mental illness, depression and suicidal thoughts on Christian websites. The church has got to learn how to handle this better.
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