Don’t Treat Depression with a Band Aid

Don’t Treat Depression with a Band Aid

“No one understands.”
“I’m all alone.”
“I can’t risk sharing my pain with anyone.”

Have you ever had thoughts like those before? I have. Can I tell you a secret? Those aren’t your thoughts. Those are thoughts whispered to you by an enemy who seeks to steal from you, kill you, and destroy your very being. He is a liar and he hates you. He only wants to hurt you and if he can do it by lying to you and convincing you that you are alone and that no one understands you and your pain, then he will. [more]

Hope Prevails! Help When Life Hits Hard

Hope Prevails! Help When Life Hits Hard

“It’s a little like being blind….it’s hard to relate and understand what it’s like if you haven’t ever experienced it,” relayed the wife of one of my male patients who suffered from depression.

So many friends and family members relay the same sentiment: they want to help but it’s hard for them to understand what it’s like to suffer from depression since they themselves have never suffered. And yet, what an individual suffering from depression needs to know is that they aren’t alone and someone does care. [more]

I Understand

I Understand

“This. ALL of this! This. Is. Me. My God, for the past 25 years, this has been me!”

This was the message I received after one reader started reading an early edition of my book, “Hope Prevails: Insights From a Doctor’s Personal Journey Through Depression.”

Another said, “You spoke straight to my heart and soul, yet it was like you were sitting right here beside me.”

As more individuals read the message that God had given me to share from my heart, the more I realized that what we all want, what we all need is to know we aren’t alone; that someone understands. [read more]

Before and After

Before and After

I looked into her eyes and she stared back at me, yet I hardly recognized her. When had that happened? The years had taken their toll. Her skin was no longer as smooth, and creases were worn deep at the corners of her eyes and lips. She no longer had that youthful glow, but it was okay because she looked back at me with eyes of knowing and wisdom that came only through experience. Her face told the real story: that “after” only comes when there is a “before.” [more]