For about a year I have been trying to write about depression, and for a starter, here is the last sentence…
I did not start to write this book as a book of philosophy or as one more diet book. I wanted it to be a possible source of encouragement. I determined to get it down on paper when I heard one of my daughters audibly wishing—again—that she could “get off” anti-depressants and be less dependent on caffeine for daily energy. The thought came to me, “What difference does it make, really, in the ultimate value of her life on earth?” I hope and pray and earnestly desire, (I don’t have the words to say it strongly enough), that my children and your children and you and I can avoid the pain and debilitation of chronic disease and the unhappy side-effects of medication, but if we don’t, it makes not one bit of difference in our value to God.
