NOTE: Commentary is made as a private citizen and not as Regional Coordinator for Silent No More or Leader of Rachel's Hope, unless otherwise stated.

Friday, November 10, 2017

7 Important Things to Understand About Your Depressed Loved One

I am honored and blessed to have Dr. Michelle Bengtson as a special guest blogger today.  As one who has dealt with depression for decades, her encouraging insights are invaluable. 
(Excerpt from "Hope Prevails - Insights from a Doctor's Personal
Journey through Depression")

I couldn’t look him in the eye, so instead I stared icily out the car window as we sat in our vehicle in the middle of a grocery store parking lot.  Looking back, I know this took him by surprise. Of course it did—it took me by surprise. I helped people with depression find help, hope, and healing. Now somehow I found myself in their shoes. I was the doctor with all the alphabet soup after my name. Even I wasn’t immune.

“Honey, I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do to help…” my husband responded upon hearing my desperate condition.  I didn’t know either, and perhaps that was the worst part of all. It left me feeling scared, helpless, and hopeless.

If my life was going to be this painful and bleak, I wasn’t sure I wanted to continue enduring more of the same, and I told him so. He was scared, as was I. I just wanted someone to wrap me in their arms, hold me tight, never let go, and tell me everything was going to be all right, and for that to be the truth. He just wanted me to promise him that I was going to be all right, and yet I could make no such promises.


Depression.  It cuts to the core and shatters lives. Yet it can’t be seen from the outside and it’s often misunderstood.  Trying to adequately describe depression to someone else who has never had the misfortune to suffer its torment, is like trying to describe a circus to a blind person. And yet, when we suffer in depression’s darkness, we rely on the love and compassion of friends and family to help traverse to the other side—the very ones who, although they try, may not understand.

As a friend, a loved one, a supporter of one who is depressed, I know you want to say the right thing or do the right thing, while you are likely afraid of saying or doing something wrong and making matters worse.   I offer you some encouragement in this regard, from someone who understands because I have over 25 years of clinical experience as a neuropsychologist, but also as someone who suffered and knows how it feels.

 Recognize that depression is a medical condition. It’s classified as a “mental illness” because it is impacted by the neurotransmitters in the brain, but the brain is an organ just like the heart or the lungs. As such, someone suffering with depression can’t just “snap out of it” or “think positively” any more than they could “snap out of it” or “think positively” to cure their diabetes or epilepsy.

Understand that while depression is a mental illness that affects our emotions, it has physical consequences as well. When most people think about depression, they think about someone with a sad mood, who cries, and perhaps stays in bed too much. But depression can impact a person physically too. It brings with it considerable fatigue, decreased energy, concentration difficulty, sleep and appetite changes, and sometimes even aches and pains. Little things like taking a shower or brushing teeth can feel like weighty, monumental tasks. Please adjust your expectations accordingly.

Acknowledge that depression doesn’t fall along the normal continuum of emotions—it is outside the realm of what would be considered normal for the situation. It isn’t a case of the Sunday night blues, or reasonable frustration when things don’t go as planned. It’s far more serious—that’s why it’s categorized as an “illness.” As such, your loved one can’t be expected to “feel better in the morning.” It can take weeks or months or years to overcome, especially without adequate treatment.

Accept that nobody chooses to be depressed—it is a painful, debilitating condition. Yet sometimes the treatment to get well invokes fear in those who suffer. Research has shown that sometimes, we are motivated by fear to stay in our known misery rather than face the misery of the unknown—regardless of how good the ultimate outcome might be.

Realize success is irrelevant—as tempting as it might be, let me suggest you resist the urge to try to encourage your loved one to think about all their successes and accomplishments to date, and be grateful for them. At any other time, I believe gratitude is a very important character trait. But when someone is depressed, encouraging them to remember “how good they have it” or “how far they’ve come” does nothing to minimize the suffocating pain they feel. I can almost guarantee they’d trade those successes in for a guaranteed life of peace and joy in a heartbeat.

Appreciate that comparison is the thief of joy—in your attempt to try to encourage and motivate your depressed loved one, please don’t compare their situation to how much worse someone else is suffering. It won’t make your loved one feel any better about their situation, nor will it lessen their darkness. It will only induce guilt and prompt frustration and anger, further intensifying the magnitude of their despair when they are now convinced you don’t understand or empathize with their pain.

 Accept we just need to be heard. Depression can feel lonely and isolating, and even a bit frightening. While you might be worrying about having the right thing to say, we just want the opportunity to be together, to share, and to be heard without needing you to say anything or try to fix it. We don’t want to be anyone’s project. Sometimes we just need to be validated that we are still cared about and found worthy even when we don’t feel it.

When a loved one is navigating the pain of depression, your presence means more than perfect words. The gift of your presence lends strength when they feel weak. It offers togetherness and community when they feel scared and alone. It provides acceptance when they feel worthless and rejected.

Don’t search for the perfect words. Just be a sustaining presence and you will be remembered for your role in the journey to the other side of the dark valley.

For a Free eBook on How to Help a Depressed Loved One, click here:

For more helpful information about what you need to know when you have a depressed loved one, read here:

For more about what not to say to a depressed loved one, read here: while here are suggestions about supportive things you can say to a depressed loved one:

Dr. Michelle Bengtson (PhD, Nova Southeastern University) is an international speaker, and the author of best-selling “Hope Prevails: Insights From a Doctor’s Personal Journey Through Depression” and the newly released companion “Hope Prevails Bible Study.”  She has been a neuropsychologist for more than twenty years. She is in private practice in Southlake, Texas where she evaluates, diagnoses, and treats children and adults with a variety of medical and mental health disorders. She knows pain and despair firsthand and combines her professional expertise and personal experience with her faith to address issues surrounding medical and mental disorders, both for those who suffer and for those who care for them. She offers sound practical tools, affirms worth, and encourages faith. Dr. Bengtson offers hope as a key to unlock joy and relief—even in the middle of the storm. She and her husband of 30 years have two teenage sons, and reside in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area. She blogs regularly on her own site:

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Thursday, November 2, 2017

First Responders for Life

November is the month the  Shockwaves of Abortion initiative addresses pro-life workers. 

Kevin Burke is the co-founder of Rachel's Vineyard and a pastoral associate with Priests for Life and the Silent No More Awareness Campaign.  In one of his blogs on the Silent No More website he said, “When we hear of vicarious trauma, we often think of first responders; the brave men and women who serve as firefighters, emergency medical technicians, and police officers.”  He goes on to say, “There is another Population of First Responders.  These women and men are frequently marginalized, cursed, and ridiculed as they try and protect the innocent and advocate for their lives.  They are ignored or maligned by the media, society and sadly sometimes even by their own faith communities; they are the pro-life advocates on the front lines.” 

Being on the front-lines myself, I can attest to the ridicule as well as intimidation.  I can also attest to delayed emotion after a vigil or rally.  I cannot count the times I've been sworn at, flipped off and accused of trying to humiliate and bully young women as they approach clinics.  My response is always the same, I smile and wave at the passing cars, and if confronted one-on-one by someone with a calm demeanor, I quietly listen to what he/she has to say.  Then I look him/her straight in the eye and calmly ask if they would be willing to listen to me or at least take an informational brochure.  Most walk away immediately, or they will listen until something I say probably hits close to home, then say something like, “that’s not true,” then storm off.  There are times I've been approached with so much hate and anger, it’s fruitless to even engage in dialogue.  Those times I just smile and walk away.  Paid pro-choicers greeted us at the Supreme Court in Washington, D.C. with bloodied crotches and loud, disgusting chants in an attempt to drown out our Silent No More testimonies (to no avail).

Of course, there is also the intimidation factor.  Planned Parenthood contracts out security services, and when we pro-lifers gather, our pictures are taken, and the security guards constantly talk on their radios while eying us.  Some call me by name, even though I’ve never seen them before.  I try my best to develop a positive rapport with them and offer brochures, etc., but they are ordered not to take anything from us whatsoever.    

Now I’ll address delayed emotion.  As a Regional Coordinator for Silent No More, I share my abortion experience at a variety of venues, including vigils and rallies in front of clinics.  Recalling the most horrific decision and experience in my life is like ripping a bandage off, still attached to the scab.   By the time I am safely ensconced in the security of my home, the cruelness of the ridicule and intimidation added to the pain of recall pours out in a flood of tears.  It’s then I immerse myself in prayer and meditation and focus on the lives we may have touched and the faces of all those standing beside me on the front lines … People like me who offer nothing but love, compassion and hope to the women considering abortion as well as already victimized.  I remember the many “thumbs up” and honks from other cars driving by and most importantly the days we see young women decide not to enter death’s door.  

Will it all get too overwhelming?  Will I eventually give up?  Absolutely not.  No amount of cruelty or intimidation will stop me from speaking the truth.  No amount of cruelty or intimidation will stop me from doing all I can to save a precious child from the grips of death.  No amount of cruelty or intimidation will stop me from preventing others from experiencing the physical, spiritual and emotional devastation abortion brings to all involved.  And no matter how many tears I shed when I get home from the "front,"  I wipe them away with the healing love, mercy, and forgiveness received from God and my children and with the love and support from the other “first responders.”