When I suffered my nervous breakdown eight years ago, I got a little note from a friend while in the hospital.
It wasn’t a long note, or an expensive note. It was a simple note. It said:
“You’re going to make it through this.”
I really, seriously didn’t believe this to be true at the time.
After a three-week stay in the hospital, I was home and still struggling.
(Excerpt from Journey to Joy, page 112) When I got home from the hospital … my husband asked what I needed. There were lots of perfectly good answers to this perfectly reasonable question: I needed sleep, support, counselling, and an entirely new and fearless way of viewing the world. But more than any of that, I needed reassurance.
“Just tell me it’s going to be okay,” I answered spontaneously.
He put his hand on the small of my back and whispered lovingly and gently, “It’s going to be okay.”
I took a cleansing breath, as if the whole world was falling profoundly into place, and stood there for a long time, knowing he had my back.
In the end…I’ve concluded that sometimes you just need a little hope. When you’re in the middle of depression, hope is what you don’t have, so look to those around you!