IT HAPPENS every summer. While others love the warm weather I do not. My brain chemistry goes haywire. I used to think this happened because I had overworked, but even when I don’t I still suffer from melancholy.
It doesn’t help telling me to look on the bright side, pull myself up by the bootstraps, or pray a little more, because my mood has become unpredictable. This time of year really gets me down.
The one thing I’ve found that helps is to walk. But kicking oneself out the door at times is asking too much.
Meanwhile, I wait it out. Eventually, I recover and life is good again.
All the same, part of this year’s gloom has been due to the hectic lifestyle of the last few months of spring. I led a Bible study and traveled to family events three months in a row. The last trip was for a family funeral.
Now that I’ve slowed down my mind is letting me know it needs a rest. It never asks my permission. It just shuts down a bit. Making meals, doing yard work and meeting life’s normal demands is too much.
It would seem that a God who encourages us to “rejoice always” would not appreciate our tears but this is not so. He understands that there is “a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance.” Everything has its season.
If you find yourself in the same place give yourself a break. Adding guilt to depression does not help. It will only make you gloomier.
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