God kept ringing my doorbell

I am making a switch in meds right now and I forget that it takes a while for things to kick in. So I will wait a little longer and hope for the best, otherwise I may be making the switch back. I think this can account for my recent slump. Thankfully I conquered my finals and finished my semester before plummeting once again. And the plummet is not as bad, but still exhausting and draining.

It felt so good to read so many of your thoughtful comments. There is a part of depression where even knowing you are loved and there are people who support you doesn't help a bit, and then there is the part where you crave knowing until you can really feel it. And I am starting to feel it. During some of my darkest days, there were random friends who came out of the woodwork and made me feel loved. Often when you know someone is going through something you don't understand, it's hard to know what to do. I struggle with knowing how to help someone who has lost someone in death. Depression is equally mysterious, and I've learned that sometimes the best way to help someone is to simply do anything. You don't have to say much. Do what you do best, and that person will feel loved. I had two friends ring my doorbell and bring me a nutritious and delicious meal. Another friend stopped by with a yummy treat. And during a day when my son had had a potty accident and cleaning up that mess seemed like a mountain to climb, my doorbell rang and someone brought me flowers that they claim they saw and made them think of me. The day was still hard, but I could accomplish my small task at hand, and I knew that God would help me because He made someone come to tell me He loved me.

I think that's what Christmas is all about. Not the hustling and bustling, but finding simple and sweet ways to share His love. Because God loves us and gave to us His Son. I hope we can all feel His love and find ways to share it this Christmas season.