In March 2018, soon after I suspended my studies, I started this project as a space to reflect within and invited the world to join me in my walk with depression. It has been over a year since I have updated this blog. Though I am still not yet ready to share everything that has happened, for it is difficult to present stories which lack a satisfactory conclusion, a number of things have changed. Despite this, my year of 2018 consisted mostly of rest, reading, and recovery.
Often, when I am experiencing the lowest moments of my depression, I wonder whether God is there or not. It certainly feels like He has abandoned me. There seems to be no joy, no hope, no future. In those moments, it can be really difficult for me to pray and read my Bible. Why bother to speak and listen to a God who appears to be distant and apathetic? And yet, on this Good Friday, I was reminded of how vast and almost beyond comprehension is God's care, for He sent His only Son to die on a cross.