It's a cold, grey day and I don't want to get out of bed. My dark brown Lab mix puppy is smashed against me on the warm down comforter and I could stay here for hours and bask in her comfort. After my alarm goes off 8 times, I get out of bed and try to shake it off but it's a pesky little bugger that follows me around inside my head. I drop the girls off, it hits me hard at the stoplight. I'm staring at the red and suddenly feeling so down and gloomy, for no good reason.

I remind myself that it's temporary, this happens but it goes away. I think about all the things I am grateful for and force myself to keep moving. The problem with depression is that it's not logical and you can't reason with it. Most of the time I am fine but these rare moments creep up and pounce on me, then try to permeate my being and mess with my head. I fight back with prayer and experience, knowing that it's going to pass. The gloom recedes but it's asking me if I'm sure, Yes, I'm sure, now go away. You're not welcome here. It finally fades away and my head is clear. Relief fills me and I take a deep breath to start over.

I know the sun is going to come out. It always does.  It has taken years to reach this point. This battle is one that I fought since I was very young and only now can I share it because I know that I am not alone and it may help others. For those who have never experienced it, these words might sound like a foreign language or an over-dramatic description of a rough day. It is not that way. There is a scripture that I've read for many years and it helps during rough times.

"Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Phillipians 4:6-7