I will never, ever believe that depression is a "sin." I don't believe God "gave me depression." I don't think God is "teaching me a lesson" through suffering. I believe we live in a fractured, fraying world where darkness sometimes enters into our sacred creation, and that the thread of my being has been unraveled by the dark. I don't believe that depression is "God's plan for my life"—but it's still a part of my story, and I have to believe it's part of a greater glory, a richer, fuller portrait of all that makes us human and alive.
