Full disclosure: I don’t believe in much. I am currently an atheist, or agnostic, or whatever. This may come as a blow to a few members of my family, and I’m sorry if this is how you’re learning about my leaving the fold. Please don’t tell Grandmother. That said, we’ve got strong love for one another, so I think we’ll be cool.
If I don’t believe in anything, why do I think I get to tell you about the Christian path through depression? Because I lived it. I was a believer until around the age of 22, and I was depressed and anxious… always. The whole time.
If you’re a Christian struggling with depression, you’ve gathered that your religion has positives and negatives when it comes to coping. You know that your church community can be helpful sometimes, and other times not so much. You may also agree that being depressed as a Christian feels… wrong somehow. Like a failure. If faith as a mustard seed can move mountains, is your faith broken?