People commonly use blogs to talk about their depression…

There’s something very therapeutic about writing and expressing hurts and emotions, and of course there’s always the hope that someone will understand and perhaps care a little bit.

(SPLINTRD “Alone on Parnassus”)

My motivation for discussing a struggle with depression here is firstly to observe and study myself (classic introversion eh?) and secondly to hope that I can help someone else understand their own problem more.

I must declare that I know I have a lot to be thankful for and joyful about. My faith is real, and I do believe that “the best is yet to be”. Much of the time I’m pretty “up” on life (because I’ve trained myself to be so) and I regularly thank God for what I have and for what I’ve had. But there are times when I sink into a deep, dark pit of emotion. It’s not a huge problem for me as it is for some: I can function normally, while perhaps just appearing to have got out of the wrong side of the bed that morning.

Before discussing my own experience there are one or two issues I want to briefly talk over.


I’ve met a few Christians who believe that “real” Christians don’t ever get depressed. Once you get filled with the Holy Spirit, says the theology, nothing will get you down. That little theory is easily shot down, because Jesus, having been filled with the Spirit at his baptism (and in fact filled from conception) was “a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief” (Isaiah 53:3 KJV). He “wept” when he beheld the tomb of Lazarus, a man he had known and loved, and he “groaned” within himself (John 11:35-58). He sweated drops of blood in Gethsemane.

The many causes of depression include the unavoidable. Such things as brain abnormalities or chemical imbalances are very real. People suffer some terrible losses, betrayals, setbacks, poverty, severe illness and pain. When sickness, disasters or trials come into our lives the real God does not expect us to jump for joy: he feels for us.



Is depression a sin? I think that much of the time it’s not, that is, when the causes are beyond our control. However, we can become depressed by failing to trust God, and “whatsoever is not of faith is sin” (Romans 14:23b). We can become depressed by living in opposition to holiness and obedience to our God. His ways and his commandments are designed for our optimum benefit, not to spoil our fun.  Sin is forgivable, if we repent of it.

We humans, particularly those of us with a melancholy nature, are prone to wallow in our negativity. We really need to face up to the fact that this is destructive, it helps no-one, and it’s an insult to our God who wishes us to know his peace and joy.


Yes, suicide is a sin, because it’s a decision not to seek God’s deliverance or to trust him, or to accept his will in our lives, and it’s the taking of a life which only God has the right to take. However, sin is forgivable: suicide is not the unpardonable sin, though I would say it’s foolish, selfish, myopic, very sad, and very final.


This can be akin to the “devil made me do it” excuse for things we do wrong in life, and I would say that the answer to this question is “rarely”. However, it is Biblical and it can happen. For an example read the account of Saul’s dark moods (1 Samuel 19:9-10).

In many ways depression is always a spiritual condition, because the mind and the spirit are inextricably linked. If you can just step back from your mood enough to observe yourself, you may detect-prayerfully-that it is totally without warrant or purpose. You may realize that the actions you have carried out or contemplated were completely unnecessary and perhaps bordering on evil. You need to repent and think God’s thoughts instead of the devil’s.



I think I’ve managed to identify the things that cause my own depression. I list most them (not all) here in order of significance.


I feel like I’ve suffered from loneliness all my life. My Dad was a great Dad, but he was largely absent, partly because he worked nights fifty miles from home. My mother was a wonderful mother in many ways, but she almost never showed love or affection in the way I needed it, and while she was the only one at home with me, she didn’t chat with me: when she wasn’t cooking or doing housework she was preoccupied with the TV. All my siblings were older and I often felt like an only child. The loneliness I experienced as a child produced in me an insatiable craving for love and affection which has never been met.

The loneliness has continued to the present. I’m distinctly different to all the men I live among: they don’t understand me, and I have no intention of becoming what I am not in order to fit in. I live far from my roots and the friends I had in my youth, who are not Christians anyway and who are for the most part anti-Christian. Consequently I have no friends. I do have a wonderful, small nuclear family.

You can have people around you but still be lonely. People who talk at you rather than with you are no help, and I know plenty of those.


My favorite book on depression was written by Tim La Haye (ask me for the title and I’ll get the info for you). In it he identifies four basic character types which reflect the nature humans are all born with in varying degrees and mixtures. I could clearly identify my own character type in his descriptions: I am predominantly melancholy. This doesn’t mean I was born incurably miserable and morose: it just dictates to a certain extent how I will naturally see the world and how I will interact with it. Each character type has its good and its bad traits, and unfortunately for me the melancholy has a tendency to get the blues easily, and to be overcome with negativity by imperfection which he detects everywhere he looks. The only remedy, says La Haye, is for the melancholy person to walk closely in and with the Spirit of God.


Nothing brings me down more effectively than fatigue. I’ve always known I needed more sleep than most people do, but for various reasons I never get the sleep I need. I work very hard physically, and I fill up my “free time” in all sorts of ways because I hate to sit around and “waste” time. Fatigue inevitably catches up with me. There’s particularly something about Sunday afternoons, when I don’t  just get sleepy, I sink into a dark, hopeless feeling which doesn’t abate usually until I finally succumb to the need to crash (and to pray), and after a couple of hours I’m usually alright again.


I came to faith in Jesus by discovering that the Christian Bible had a perfect explanation for the fact that life is not as it should be. We age, we get betrayed, bereaved and belittled. We get sick and we get abandoned, and all around us we see the same happening to those we love and to people all over the world. If we’d evolved we wouldn’t care: emotion is totally superfluous and detremental if we evolved. The current state of the world, both in human nature and in everything around us is far from what it was created to be. Some of us manage to face up to that fact, others bury it deep within themselves by any means possible: overwork, entertainment, relationships, booze, and so on.

The fallen state of the world has always been a cause of depression in me. As an unbeliever it produced in me hopelessness (if only in my sub-conscious mind), and as a Christian it causes grief and mourning (Romans 8:22-23).



I can only blame myself for failing to realize my potential in the things God gifted me with.  I didn’t know my potential, I was lazy, I was over-modest, and I took far too many wrong turns due to poor decisions. When I became a Christian I stopped working with the talent I had because I thought it was what God would want me to do-a foolish, faulty and unnecessary decision.  In consequence I haven’t achieved, I’ve worked in jobs which were demeaning to me, I lost the contacts and friends I had, and I’ve never been able to socialize with people on my own level or with my own tastes since. This has been an enormous source of depression for me.

My advice: use the talents and gifts God has given you, no matter what other people say, and pursue them with all your strength. If they fail, then-and only then-accept that as the will of God.


I’ve heard that even nostalgia isn’t what it used to be…

If there’s one Scripture verse I disagree with, it’s the one in which Solomon says:

“Do not say, ‘Why were the old days better than these?’ For it is not wise to ask such questions.” (Ecclesiastes 7:10).

I understand that he probably meant there’s no point in dwelling on what’s past or in living in the past. But perhaps there are times when we should evaluate the reasons why what is happening now is not giving happiness and satisfaction, when what happened at a given time in the past did. In other words, perhaps we can improve things by looking at the past.

Anyway, I think it’s natural to look back at the good times, and I’ve had many wonderful and amazing experiences in my life which will never come back, and I loved family members who I’ve lost (especially my parents). I loved my country of origin, the UK, which has changed forever and no longer exists in the form I loved. These things sometimes haunt me and cause sadness or depression because they cannot be recalled or replaced.  I’ve played in some great bands, visited some incredible places, enjoyed some tremendously stimulating company, all of which is in the past and not the present. When I think that I have no friends to inspire such times with now I can get depressed.

I am aware, however, that there are many more wonderful times happening now in my life which I will one day look back on and wish I could relive.


I’ve experienced some painful rejection in my past which I’ve never fully recovered from. I know that my God has said “I will never leave you or forsake you”, and I believe Him. I’ve forgiven those who I felt rejection by. But here I live on the earth, among fallen humans, and that rejection has left permanent scars on my mind.


This is Biblical and I know it affects me sometimes, perhaps in my very darkest moments which may not be easily attributed to anything else. If I sense an assault on my faith, my hope or my testimony, it may be a sign that I’m under spiritual attack from the enemy of my soul and my God.


The loss of friendship, culture and the pursuits of my “former” life has left me in a kind of limbo land, where the local church is, as far as I’m concerned, severely lacking in true fellowship and worship, and doesn’t at all replace the things I’ve lost.


My family gives me an enormous amount of pleasure now. Otherwise, I have to fight off the feelings of boredom, un-fulfillment, uselessness and lack of inspiration and stimulation. I’m no TV-addict. I have to work hard to entertain myself and keep myself motivated in life. If I sit around I can fall into depression, and I have a motto:

“Do something, do anything, but don’t do nothing”.

I suppose this takes me back full circle to the problem of fatigue…


I’ve made too many mistakes in my life, blown too many opportunities, and wasted too much time. I’ve hurt people and in turn rejected others who deserved my love and respect.


One of the ways to cure depression, so far as I can see, is to help other people with their problems. When you live life entirely for self you suffer for it. Giving joy provides a good return, if only in your sense of self-worth.


Autumn is a sad time for me: spring is uplifting and cheerful. Wind causes me to feel very uneasy or even depressed. The origin of this response may date from my childhood, when at night as I lay in my bed the winds would whip around the house, make the guttering howl  and rattle, and pass through the dark, cold house which was missing one Dad.


Just as “a hungry man is an angry man”, so, in my case anyway, a hungry man is an uneasy, unsettled and uncomfortable man. A good meal really settles my mood. Certain nutrients seem to help too, and I found that a good multi-vitamin with iron alleviated or lessened the frequency of some of my really deep moods. Alcohol lifts me up but only for a short time of course: it really isn’t a cure. I found wine to be particularly detrimental to my physical and mental well-being. Beer gives a  more cheerful feeling-in small doses.


For more read my post “Vincent Van Gogh, God and Me”

Thanks for reading. I really hope my own observations are of help to you. And don’t forget-keep your chin up.




  1. That’s the solution to your problem, get a camel!

    But seriously……you know I’ve shared similar feelings, if not all, and amazingly considering the year I’ve had ( near eviction/bankruptcy/death of a close friend/betrayal and other losses ) I haven’t suffered depression for some time. And there’s only one discernible difference in my life: I no longer drink every day. I’m not suggesting you do, and if you do, I’m similarly not suggesting you ought to stop, I’m simply saying it seems to have worked for me.

    As a back ground for your readers: I’ve had the great privilege of working with Nick in several different bands, aside from being very close friends. And for better or worse, we’ve both caned the Rock’n’Roll lifestyle in the past: booze, weed, cigarettes, y’know, all that stuff that’s sposed to make you cool and creative…….

    I think we both came to the conclusion some time ago, we’d have to ease up on our “parklife”, but there’s several of our old friends, still working albeit in a lesser degree, who are still on it. One quit for 6 months: he told me it was one of the best things he’d done, he began to lose weight and professed great clarity. Sadly he fell off the wagon spectacularly in the Summer. I saw him last week, miserable and vowing post Christmas he’ll quit for good. I sincerely hope he does…….

    To anybody that hasn’t quite got it, playing music with a bunch of like minded souls in front of a group of attentive fans is a thrill unlike any other, it’s the ultimate high for the body, soul and ego. When you stop doing it on a regular basis, it’s like withdrawing from a substance: every fibre of your being craves it, and when you don’t get it, you become numb and unfeeling. And I suppose I have to say, whilst my depression may have abated, so have many other feelings, for better or worse. Or is that just a part of getting older?

    I take heart in the fact that most of the better musicians nowadays are, shall we say, more mature. And look at BB King, 89 years young and still playing 70 shows a year. We’d best take this opportunity to wish him a speedy recovery from his recent illness. So really, age doesn’t have to play any part in your longevity as a musician, and I take great comfort in that, and so should you.

    As far as I can tell, as much as we desire no change, life seems to be perpetually transient, even if only subtly most times. Keith Richards once said “it’s all very well being able to Rock, but you’ve got to learn to Roll too”, and I think that’s what you have to do, learn to roll with life. The World has probably never been more wicked, sadly there’s little we can do except initiate change within ourselves, and to be kind to one another. Playing music makes people happy, therefore what makes us happy is making people happy, how beautiful!


  2. I share your motivations for blogging. I’ve also derived much good from “studying myself”, which turns out to also help others seeking to make sense of their depression (or suffering in general)!


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