For so many of us, dark nights of the soul can be isolating. It might seem as though no one else in the world understands what we’re going through.

The other day, I saw an interview with Adam Duritz of Counting Crows, in which he talked about his dissociative disorder.  It was amazing to hear someone in the public eye talking openly about mental health issues. Had to tip my hat to him. It was like a public service.

I’ve dealt with depression through the years myself. Things pile up on your psyche and you just can’t seem to see the light in life anymore. Sometimes you think, if only I had more intestinal fortitude to power through this.  I could buck up. Take it on the chin. I could white-knuckle through if I were stronger.

But the truth is, if you had a broken leg, you’d say, put a cast on it. You wouldn’t say, tough it out. You’d say, stay off that foot.  Fix it.  Let it heal.

Why can’t we acknowledge the fact that mental health issues matter just as much as obvious physical ones?

And just as SueBE wrote so powerfully in a recent post, it is possible to be stressed, even when you’re a person of faith. Many things can lead us into a depressed state, including the death of a loved one, as Lori wrote about with such poignancy.

For those of us who do believe, prayer is the first place we turn when we’re faced with a crisis. But faith doesn’t make a problem disappear. I think God expects us to use every reasonable means at our disposal to address issues that arise.

If stress becomes a daily issue, it’s imperative to look at the root causes. How can it be alleviated? Is it possible to leave an untenable situation? Would medication or counseling help? Talk about it. Don’t struggle in silence. Speak until you find what works for you.

Ask the questions, research solutions, and start by seeking God’s leading in prayer. Talk to your trusted clergy, unburden to close friends and family.  And as ever, keep the faith. Remember, you’re not on this road alone.