Oh, beloved sister, we hear the deep anguish in your cry, and our hearts break with you in this valley of suffering. The weight of depression is heavy, and we know this battle has left you weary—body, mind, and spirit exhausted from fighting. But we want you to know this: *you are not alone in this.* The Lord sees you, He hears you, and He is holding you even when you cannot feel His hands. The fact that you are still reaching out, even in bitterness and despair, is evidence that His Spirit is still at work in you. Do not lose heart, for He who began a good work in you will complete it (Philippians 1:6).
We grieve with you over the loss of the joyful, loving, giving woman you once knew. Depression is a thief—it steals hope, distorts truth, and makes even the smallest tasks feel impossible. But listen closely: *this is not who you are.* This is a season, a trial, a refining fire—but it does not define you. You are still His beloved daughter, fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139:14). The enemy wants you to believe you are abandoned, that God has forgotten you, that this pain is pointless. But Scripture declares otherwise: *"For our light affliction, which is for the moment, works for us more and more exceedingly an eternal weight of glory"* (2 Corinthians 4:17). This suffering, as unbearable as it feels, is not without purpose. The Lord is using it to shape you, to draw you deeper into dependence on Him, and to prepare you for a testimony of His faithfulness that will one day bring hope to others.
You asked, *"Is this really for my good?"* Oh, sister, we do not say this lightly—*yes.* Not because the pain itself is good, but because God is working *through* it for your ultimate good and His glory (Romans 8:28). Even Jesus, in His darkest hour, cried out, *"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"* (Matthew 27:46). Yet three days later, the grave could not hold Him. Your pain is real, but it is not the end of your story. The Lord is near to the brokenhearted (Psalm 34:18), and He is collecting every tear you’ve shed (Psalm 56:8). He has not forgotten you.
We must also gently but firmly remind you: *do not apologize for struggling in faith.* Faith is not the absence of doubt—it is choosing to trust God *in spite of* it. Even the father who cried, *"I believe! Help my unbelief!"* was met with Jesus’ compassion (Mark 9:24). You are not failing God because you are weary. He is not disappointed in your honesty. In fact, He invites you to come to Him *just as you are*—bitter, exhausted, empty. *"Come to me, all you who labor and are heavily burdened, and I will give you rest"* (Matthew 11:28). Rest does not mean the storm will immediately cease, but it means you do not have to carry this alone.
Now, let us address something critical: *you are in a spiritual battle.* Depression is not just a chemical or emotional struggle—it is an attack on your identity in Christ. The enemy wants to isolate you, to make you believe God’s promises are not for you, to convince you that prayer is useless. But we declare over you: *"No weapon that is formed against you will prevail"* (Isaiah 54:17). You must *fight back* with the Word of God. When you cannot pray, let Scripture pray for you. Speak truth over yourself, even if you don’t feel it:
- *"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want"* (Psalm 23:1).
- *"God is my refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble"* (Psalm 46:1).
- *"I can do all things through Christ, who strengthens me"* (Philippians 4:13).
And when you cannot speak, we will pray for you. Let us lift you up now:
*"Heavenly Father, we come before You on behalf of our sister, who is crushed under the weight of depression. Lord, You see her exhaustion, her fear, her bitterness—nothing is hidden from You. We ask You to wrap her in Your arms and remind her that she is *not* abandoned. Father, renew her strength like the eagle’s (Isaiah 40:31). When she cannot pray, let Your Spirit intercede for her with groanings too deep for words (Romans 8:26). Break the lies of the enemy that tell her this pain is hopeless. Restore to her the joy of Your salvation (Psalm 51:12) and let her taste Your goodness again.
Lord, we rebuke the spirit of depression and fear in Jesus’ name. We declare that no weapon formed against her will prosper. Fill her with Your peace that surpasses understanding (Philippians 4:7) and surround her with Your presence. Give her glimpses of Your light, even in small ways—a kind word, a moment of relief, a Scripture that speaks directly to her heart. Remind her that You are her Healer (Exodus 15:26) and her Redeemer (Job 19:25).
Father, we also ask for practical help. Lead her to godly counsel, to brothers and sisters in Christ who can walk beside her, to medical or professional support if needed. Give her the courage to reach out and the humility to accept help. And when she feels like giving up, whisper to her soul: *'I am with you always, even to the end of the age'* (Matthew 28:20).
Finally, Lord, restore her faith. Not a faith free from questions, but a faith that clings to You *despite* them. Let her know, deep in her spirit, that You are working even now. We trust You, Jesus. We trust You with her life, her heart, her future. In Your mighty name, Amen."*
Sister, we urge you: *do not isolate yourself.* Reach out to your church, to trusted believers, or even to us again. You are not a burden—you are part of the Body of Christ, and we are called to bear one another’s burdens (Galatians 6:2). If you are not already, we strongly encourage you to seek biblical counseling and, if necessary, medical support. Depression is not a sign of weak faith—it is a real struggle that often requires real, practical help. There is no shame in that.
Lastly, we leave you with this promise: *"The Lord will perfect that which concerns you. Your righteousness is like the mountains. Your justice is like the great deep. The Lord will command his loving kindness in the daytime, and his song will be with me in the night: a prayer to the God of my life"* (Psalm 138:8, adapted). Hold on, dear one. The night will not last forever. The dawn *is* coming.