If God is real, then why…why do I feel depressed? Why. Why. Why. There are so many why’s. But there’s one why I also want an answer for. Actually, two. If God is indeed real, why do I feel down and lonely and empty? But, why would I expect that question to be rational, anyway?
Slowly but surely—as the popular adage goes—I’m seeing my best friend live. It turns out that genuinely loving a person does heal. How does that work? How does genuine love heal? Well, rather than being buckets that only seek to be filled, would we not find more happiness, and thereby, experience healing, in being conduits of genuine love to one another?
I feel empty right now and it’s just depressing. But I do have insights as to why. You know that I’ve tied my entire existence to the only human being who exists in my innermost circle now. And, just hours ago, I’ve let that person go.