I used to be depressed. Severely depressed and suicidal for many years. Back then I could only see the world through a fog of loneliness, disconnection, misery, and pain. Everything felt numb and gray, and when it wasn’t numb and gray it was painful and
I’m a little worked up this morning and feeling feisty. (Brace yourself for some cursing!) I used to love being a counselor. I was so proud to call myself that when I graduated from school and for years afterwards. I did work I believed in.
Do you remember the scene in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade where Indy has to “take a leap of faith” and step into seeming nothingness in order to cross a cavern – only to find the floor was absolutely solid but invisible? (If you