Depression and suicide seem to go hand in hand.   Sometimes getting to the bottom of a problem requires letting go of it.  Sometimes we need to share our thoughts with others.  Sometimes we have to look for the signs and seek professional help.  This is a malady that is effecting far too many in our immediate families, in our church communities, in our workplace, all around us. It has reached epidemic status and continues to grow.

Have we forgotten that we’re not alone in our struggles?  Have we become so isolated and encapsulated  in our own little world that we’re oblivious to what is happening under our own roofs. It may sound cliche’ and even like a cop out to some.  It might seem that even our faith is not strong enough to get us through this, but when you’re depressed, you need something to cling to – someone to go to bat for you – someone to love you and tell you it’s going to be alright.

Maybe it’s time to turn to the One who knows what it’s really like to suffer.  He did so willingly, so that we wouldn’t have to.

There is a reason for your existence.  Don’t ever think that taking your own life is the solution.  Your contribution to the betterment of the world will be lost if you do.  Those you leave behind will also be scarred forever.  Only God can determine the extent of your life.  He will also be there to get you through the toughest of times.

I have posted this poem before.  I wrote it shortly after Robin Williams’ suicide.


When fears and worries are so real,
We sometimes wonder why we feel,
The pangs of deep depression.

The weight’s extreme – we lose all hope,
Our hearts grow sad – for strength we grope,
To lighten this progression.

We look within and try to cope
There are no answers in our scope
It now becomes oppression.

We try so hard to rise above,
We search in vain for any love.
To deal with this obsession.

We cannot do it on our own,
We need one advocate alone,
To bring our full confession.

God takes our hand and leads us out,
Relieves our pain – our fear – our doubt.
He is our best possession.

His love is great – it sees us through
When there is nothing we can do.
Our words hold no expression.

He lifts us from the pit of death.
He died for us to give us breath.
To wipe out our transgression.





As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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11 Responses to INTERIOR TURMOIL

  1. Reggie German says:

    This is a wonderful message. Thank you.

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  2. SharaC says:

    So important… I know it’s not popular to say, but we must remember we are in a spiritual battle and address it with spiritual weapons. Lovely post

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    • says:

      In the world, there will always be trouble, but God is not of this world and Jesus has conquered it. We are His. Thanks for your lovely words.

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  3. Your poem is well-worth re-posting, dear Kathy. It is the perfect response to the tragedy of suicide. Paul’s painting pairs beautifully with your words as well! ❤ ❤

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  4. Jean Klein says:

    When you think of teens and young adults trying to deal with the bewldering feelings of depression as well as all the hormonal changes they go through, they need all the help they can get. Thank you for your poem.

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    • says:

      So I frenzy they are pushed through childhood straight to adulthood. Kids have little time to be kids anymore. When they become teens they are already living in an adult world and expected to make adult decisions. Sad really. Thanks for your insight, Jean❤️


  5. says:

    Sorry for the confusion. Auto correct got me again😜


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