Carey Lewis Devotions
Tuesday, November 26th, 2019
Depression: A Personal Story
Give ear to my prayer, O God;
And do not hide Yourself from my supplication.
Give heed to me and answer me;
I am restless in my complaint and am surely distracted...

My heart is in anguish within me,
And the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
Fear and trembling come upon me,
And horror has overwhelmed me.
Psalm 55:1-2,4-5 (NASB)
Picture this: For years, a doctor's wife awakened in fear almost every night. Next to her bed was a big Bible. She hugged It closely. But for some reason, she didn't open It. Visions of defeat danced in her head; problems became unclimbable cliffs and unsolvable riddles. She was haunted by her own inadequacies.

By day, this lady seems to have it all: impressive husband, lovely children, good answers, great job, nice house and expensive perks. But by night, it was a different story. This lady seemed to have nothing.

I was this lady, holding in secret... both daytime depression and nighttime panic. Naturally, I sought medical help. Reluctant to walk the path of pills, I met with psychologists. Toward the end of my 31-year marriage (and the beginning of my walk with Christ), my husband and I went to a Christian marriage counselor. None helped.

If you believe generational curses exist (God says they do), then mental illness ran in my family: depression, anxiety, insomnia, bipolar disorder, panic attacks, anger fits, nervous breakdowns, involuntary hospitalizations and even electric shock treatments.*

I saw my beautiful model-mother on many psychotropic medications: anti-depressants, sleeping pills and anti-anxiety prescriptions. She was psychologically addicted to them all, but physically addicted to the latter two. Twice she entered drug withdrawal programs. Towards the end of her life, she talked frankly about pills:

'Here's the thing, Carey,' she said: 'It's true, these drugs make you care less about your worries. But they also make you care less about everything else.' Thankfully, her hard example and frank words kept me away from addictive pills.

Less my story 'depress' you, praise God! I sought help and found Jesus. My rewards are immeasurable, but consider this one: After years of torment, my nighttime terrors (mostly) disappeared: 'Though you search for your enemies, you will not find them. Those who wage war against you will be as nothing at all' (Isaiah 41:12).

As you surely know by stories of your own, my Cure had been waiting for me to come calling.

## Depression: A Personal Story (Part 2)

* These disorders hit various members of my family in both past and present generations. Miraculously, thankfully, God has broken this curse.

NOTE: This is a republished edit of a 2014 devotion series called, 'Depression.' You may see notes to 'Actors, Models & Talent for Christ.' If you're not a performer, don't be deterred. In truth, every disciple acts for Christ, models Christ and stewards His talents.

P.S. To read the other devotions in this series, please see the Depression series.

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"I labored, yet not I. By the grace of God, I am what I am, and do what I do' (paraphrase of 1 Corinthians 15:10). I love God's Word. As a late-in-life committed Christian with no Bible training prior to age 51, some people wonder how I'm qualified to write devotions. I wonder that, too. But God loves children and fools for Him. I am both. Ghost Writer? God.

Carey Lewis

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