I’ve been through some dark days of depression. Days when I could recall almost every negative thing that had ever happened to me. I relived unkindnesses and mistreatments. I reviewed my failures and disappointments along with my dreams that, by the looks of things, were never going to come true. I felt oppressed and numb. A heavy, dark fog settled in my head. I wanted to get into bed, sink my head into the pillow, and close my eyes. You see, with my eyes shut, maybe—just maybe—the fog would go
