Looking down the stairway at depression is remembrance of the darkness of the basement. The spookiness of it. The fear of it. You descend the stairs and the wind slams the door shut. You jump! Scream! Cry, “Help!” and your tears fill up because you it seems as if no one is there, but you still have to get back up those stairs.
Climbing is tortuous. You trip, stumble, and bump your elbow. Those pin needles rush up your arm while you reach for the rail. You must tell yourself whatever affirmation you can hold on to from the first word to the period. Then again. Then another step. Then another affirmation. The simplest for me is to just speak the name of my Lord. At last, you reach the top step and forcefully flip the light switch before fear catches up with you again. The light floods all over. You squint your eyes and turn the knob. It opens. The door opens! My Lord, the door opens and there is light!
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