Adventure in No One is Alone

Recently, I had the opportunity to–well, to be fair, I’ve had a lot of opportunities, but recently I had the opportunity to sit down with two dear friends.

That night we went to see (me for the second time) to see Joss Whedon’s Much Ado About Nothing. There’s something intoxicating about seeing a band of friends working together to produce something important to them for the fun of doing it. It’s inspiring. In my opinion, it makes the end product all the more powerful.

That being said, after the movie we went out for a drink to sit and chat. After some awkward shuffling around small talk we began talking about survival. My friend David turned his glass in his hand before he began asking me some very probing questions, as only David can. Things I hadn’t thought about or things I didn’t want to think about, but there they were. And some times one of the most important things you can do for yourself is to be really honest with your friends.

One of the most valuable things that came from the night, outside of reinforcing how valuable these two people are to me, was perhaps the realization or awareness or maybe refresher that no one is alone. Not in Christ. That’s sort of the point of the Church. “How good and pleasant it is when God’s people dwell together in unity.”

As it is, there are people all around us who yearn to remind us that we are alone. Surrounded by people you’re alone. Safely in a relationship, you’re alone. You. Are. Not. Alone. It’s the devil’s game to make you think you are. I’ll say it. When Luna Lovegood says to Harry, “Well if I were You-Know-Who, I’d want you to feel cut off from everyone else. Because if it’s just you alone you’re not as much of a threat,” she’s not wrong. Why would Satan want us believing we could all be united in Christ? Spoiler: He wouldn’t. When depression has you resigned to your bed, you’re not alone. You’re just not. Someone is on your side.


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She wants you to pray for Joel.

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She also wants you to see Starcrossed.

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Adventure in More is Less

Over the last few months some changes have happened. Mostly job related, and while it seemed at the beginning it should have been a crushing blow, and maybe it was, it really all came as a relief.

I need to be honest with you all. Where I was and how I was before, I was sick. Life was so crushing and suffocating, I got really sick. I got friends-banging-on-my-door-in-the-middle-of-the-night sick. I got crying-on-the-phone-with-my-mom, sleeping-at-my-parents’-house sick. I got calling-a-doctor, getting-assessed sick. Depression is a bitch, and some people in life want nothing to do with someone who could be taken hold by it. Some times depression presents itself in some ways that outsiders can never understand. What’s more people who act, people who improvise are pretty good at faking happiness with strangers. Why would anyone know differently?

There are jobs in the world that you could be really good at. That doesn’t mean it’s the right job for you to do. Some things in life are so crushing that they do actually destroy you. Some jobs in life are exactly what you want to be doing with really great people, but they’re in a place that destroy you from the inside. Those places aren’t safe for your brain or your heart, no matter how hard those people love you and support you. Some jobs are horrible for you, and some of the people you’re with in it are fantastic and the place is great, but the whole thing makes you physically ill and destroys your brain.

There are jobs in this world you are adequate at that offer you no satisfaction in life and barely enough money to survive. Some times you become busier than you’ve ever been, but suddenly you’re happy. Suddenly life’s burdens are bearable. Suddenly you can still surround yourself with people you love and who love you. And in the mean time start back at doing the things you love. Things that give you life and give meaning to your life.

You remember how to meet new people. How to love new people. It’s a big beautiful world out there.

Depression is a horrible thing, and I want you to know that I’m so sorry if you have understood that personally. If you still understand that personally. It’s not something that ever really leaves you, I don’t think. It is something you can learn to better deal with. Some people really do understand. Some times moms are amazing allies. Moms are always amazing allies. Some times friends are more willing to help than you realize. Some times it takes changes. Some times it takes hours of prayer. It always takes support. It always takes time. It can get better. And it can get worse. It always takes time. Cut out the evil things that destroy you, the moment you realize they destroy you. Don’t suffer on until it’s too late and go on calling it living. It’s not living. It always takes time. It can get better.