Chelsey's Depression Toolkit

Things that help even though I don’t want to do them

I have a vivid memory of sitting at the desk in my bedroom. The walls were painted purple and there was a floral wallpaper border around the top of the walls. I was 15 or 16 years old. My Bible was open on the desk before me, and I wept as I read Psalm 25 over and over again.

I don’t remember why I felt so much despair. I remember the psalm brought me comfort. I remember finding myself in that same spot again, and again, and again.

After I started going to counseling in 2015, I realized that it was possible that my experience in high school had a name: depression. What opened my eyes fully was this Youtube video: