I've observed that the responses of "religious people" to depression can be quite damning. I'm prepared to claim, in fact, that organized religions may be detrimental as often as helpful in ameliorating people's depressions. We should not have to explain our temperament or disorders to God, who presumably knows about all this, but we may have to deal with some judgmental counsel along the way. In the throes of my own recent multi-year clinical depression, I told a doctor that I was depressed. He told me, in no uncertain terms, that St. Paul tells us to rejoice in the Lord always and that I "shouldn't be depressed." Ah - thanks so much, I thought sarcastically - it's all clear now. And lest we think this is just an issue in Christianity or the Abrahamic religions, I recall reading (I think in an account by B. Alan Wallace) about a conference in which Sharon Salzberg, a Buddhist teacher and therapist, asked the Dalai Lama what she should do when a student did not like themselves enough to depend on their inner resources. The Dalai Lama was flumoxed; he consulted with his translator and replied, finally, that he couldn't understand how that could be. In retrospect, it was probably best for me when I did not attend closely to religious counsel or common practices in the midst of my darkness. I needed to find comfort, somewhere, anywhere, in the here and now, the visible - petting my cat, walking in the sunshine, starting and finishing even the simplest of tasks, forgetting to fret about what hadn't been accomplished.
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