Lazy Summer Post
I know that I have not been making many entries as of late. I don't have any excuses. I have found myself reading, being lazy, or filling my time with so many activities that I just don't sit down and type. Well, tonight I am going to.
The Queen came in this evening while I was studying and asked an interesting question. Now my mind is reeling. She asked if I thought that the increased number of clinically depressed people has increased because of the environment we live in or if it something else? She noted that many times depression is diagnosed because of a chemical imbalance in the body. She wondered if it is the different chemicals of today's world that has caused such imbalance. I don't know, but it has me thinking.
I wonder about depression. I have found myself battling feelings, moments, periods of time, days, hours, months of what some, many, or just my own self diagnoses of depression. So, what is different? I don't know. Why do we hear so much more about it today than we did in times of old? Maybe it is because no one told us it was depression.
Now, I am not denying that depression is real. I know that for some, this battle is more challenging than it is for others. I am not trying to diminish that. But I am going to type out loud while I do this blog entry. Some it may make sense, some of it may not. This is just my ramblings.
When I was presented with these questions, I started to wonder about how others have dealt with these feelings and emotions. I think about things that we would think are diagnosis of depression. Then I start thinking of others in history.
I remember going to the doctor and telling them that I sometimes feel lethargic. That I just can't find the energy to do stuff I feel I should be doing.
They ask how my life is?
Busy!
Why is it busy?
Because I make that way.
You must be stressed with all the business in your life, thus you are depressed. We have some medication we can let you sample to see if that makes you feel better.
Uh, no thanks!
What did Adam do? Do you think his life was perfect? He lived some 930 years, do you think it was depression free? How did he deal with his children killing each other? dieing before he did? not doing what he asked them to do?
Do you think he ever got tired? Did he wonder if he was failing in what he was supposed to be doing? Oh yeah, he was told by God the Father, that he had transgressed and would therefore have to leave the garden that provided for him. Do you think that was depressing?
How did he deal with it?
What about Enoch, Noah, Abraham, Sarah, Jacob, Rebecca, Rachel, Joseph, Lehi, Nephi, Alma, etc...?
Think about each of these histories. They were all different, whether it was teaching, building, preaching, family, children, lack of children, imprisonment, unfair employers, etc... It was something.
Do we not see them murmuring, crying out, wondering why? Think about it. If you read about them, you can see how they all did at one point or another. They all struggled with it. I am sure that there were many, many, more that we don't even read about. What did they do?
I don't know. I keep reading to figure it out. I keep turning to the Lord to see how I can change. What it boils down to in my mind is that I need to change. I need to make the choice. I need to act upon the choice. The action is not always pleasant. The answer to my prayers is not always the answer I want, but I trust that they will be best. I keep doing my best to look forward. I pray for strength to move on, keep on, and to look on all those things that happen as a learning experience in life and hope that I am doing what I should to deal with it properly.
How about you?
The Queen came in this evening while I was studying and asked an interesting question. Now my mind is reeling. She asked if I thought that the increased number of clinically depressed people has increased because of the environment we live in or if it something else? She noted that many times depression is diagnosed because of a chemical imbalance in the body. She wondered if it is the different chemicals of today's world that has caused such imbalance. I don't know, but it has me thinking.
I wonder about depression. I have found myself battling feelings, moments, periods of time, days, hours, months of what some, many, or just my own self diagnoses of depression. So, what is different? I don't know. Why do we hear so much more about it today than we did in times of old? Maybe it is because no one told us it was depression.
Now, I am not denying that depression is real. I know that for some, this battle is more challenging than it is for others. I am not trying to diminish that. But I am going to type out loud while I do this blog entry. Some it may make sense, some of it may not. This is just my ramblings.
When I was presented with these questions, I started to wonder about how others have dealt with these feelings and emotions. I think about things that we would think are diagnosis of depression. Then I start thinking of others in history.
I remember going to the doctor and telling them that I sometimes feel lethargic. That I just can't find the energy to do stuff I feel I should be doing.
They ask how my life is?
Busy!
Why is it busy?
Because I make that way.
You must be stressed with all the business in your life, thus you are depressed. We have some medication we can let you sample to see if that makes you feel better.
Uh, no thanks!
What did Adam do? Do you think his life was perfect? He lived some 930 years, do you think it was depression free? How did he deal with his children killing each other? dieing before he did? not doing what he asked them to do?
Do you think he ever got tired? Did he wonder if he was failing in what he was supposed to be doing? Oh yeah, he was told by God the Father, that he had transgressed and would therefore have to leave the garden that provided for him. Do you think that was depressing?
How did he deal with it?
What about Enoch, Noah, Abraham, Sarah, Jacob, Rebecca, Rachel, Joseph, Lehi, Nephi, Alma, etc...?
Think about each of these histories. They were all different, whether it was teaching, building, preaching, family, children, lack of children, imprisonment, unfair employers, etc... It was something.
Do we not see them murmuring, crying out, wondering why? Think about it. If you read about them, you can see how they all did at one point or another. They all struggled with it. I am sure that there were many, many, more that we don't even read about. What did they do?
I don't know. I keep reading to figure it out. I keep turning to the Lord to see how I can change. What it boils down to in my mind is that I need to change. I need to make the choice. I need to act upon the choice. The action is not always pleasant. The answer to my prayers is not always the answer I want, but I trust that they will be best. I keep doing my best to look forward. I pray for strength to move on, keep on, and to look on all those things that happen as a learning experience in life and hope that I am doing what I should to deal with it properly.
How about you?
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