Depression Calls . . . . . . and tears well up. I try not to answer . . . , knowing I'll spiral down again . . . Here it comes . . . , can't help it . . . Gotta' move . . . , gotta' get UP. . . ! But it won't let go. Panting against tears . . . , hoping it won't go any lower; and then . . . I remember helping my friend when she couldn't help herself at the very bottom. Seems like giving in is easier. I know better . . . , but sigh in relief, tears still rolling down, then I think of you reading this . . .

Can you possibly see it, the panting . . . , the catching of breath against it? If you understand, I do . . . , and . . . if not, I can't help you . . . , but there is One Who can, Who brought me up from even further down, before, than I can tell you . . . , without . . . Be glad you don't know, because I prayed for you while there, not knowing I'd rise . . . to help anyone who could be helped, against the scourge . . . depression hauling you down . . . for reasons I can't tell you . . .       --10/10-11/07