In today’s first reading, Job 3: 1-3, 11-17, 2023, Job
curses the day that he was born. Sunk into a deep depression caused by the loss
of everything—his children and his property—Job is so distraught that death
seems to be the only solution to his indescribable pain. “Why did I not perish at birth,” He asks the
Lord. “Why is…life [given] to the bitter in spirit? They wait for death and it
comes not; they search for it rather than for hidden treasures, rejoice in it
exultingly and are glad when they reach the grave: those whose path is hidden
from them, and whom God has hemmed in!”
Depression can be so painful that death seems like the only out. In my deepest pain, I have said: “Lord, I
understand why some people consider suicide.”
Job was at that point.
Both Job and the psalmist, in today’s responsorial psalm,
Psalm 88, teach us how to bare our souls to the Lord when we are in the pit of desolation:
Let my prayer come before you;
Incline your ear
to my call for help.
For my soul is
surfeited with troubles
And
my life draws near to the nether world.
I
am numbered with those who go down into the pit;
I am a man
[a woman, a young girl/boy] without strength.
My couch is
among the dead,
Like the slain
who lie in the grave,
…who are cut off
from your care.
You have plunged
me into the bottom of the pit,
Into the dark
abyss....
When we are in such darkness, it is important not to
minimize it. Others may do that in hopes of making us feel better. The fact is
we are in pain. That is what needs to be
expressed in agonizing prayer (the way Jesus
talked to His Father in Gethsemane). It also needs to be talked about with
someone who is supportive and loving and doesn’t need to “fix” it. Sometimes all the other can do is hold our
hand. I read a book recently of a man suffering a serious situational
depression. Besides seeing a professional counselor, what most helped him was
the person who visited him daily and simply, with his permission, massaged his
feet--that connection was the only connection he felt. The friend remained silent as he lovingly did the foot massage. He did not offer meaningless platitudes. He was supportive, as Mary was
beneath the cross of Jesus, where she shared her Son’s powerlessness.