"God blessed the broken road, that led me straight to you!"
I've always loved that song by Rascal Flatts..."God Blessed the Broken Road". It describes how I felt once I finally found my Chad. Finally? I met him when I was 20 years old. What do I mean 'Finally'? Well, I'll tell you:
We're all given difficulties to overcome in life. When we do, we become stronger and more appreciative...and even in certain situations sympathetic. My obstacle was depression. It's a sneaky, very real, hardship that makes you feel....not right. It is hard to describe exactly how I have felt the many times that I've been caught up in the grasp of depression, but I'll give it a shot.
Antisocial was a word I heard others call me a lot during my high school years. I didn't talk a lot when others were, and I had a very hard time forcing myself into situations. I didn't know why I was suddenly so frightened to be around others. I was in constant fear that if I did join in, they would make fun of me the moment I left. I was so scared that everyone was talking meanly about me behind my back. I was so internally focused on myself and my fear that I couldn't see outside myself...I couldn't make myself accept the fact that things weren't as bad as they were in my head.
Physically Incapable...I think I get such a rush from pushing myself through a hard workout now because when I was severly depressed I couldn't even make myself get off of the couch. In college I would skip classes sometimes to not only avoid people, but the day in general. After things got really bad in college, I finally saw a doctor, got on medicine, and moved home.
... I wasn't mentally able to make myself go to my college classes, so I was no longer in college after 3 semesters. College also wasn't the best place for me since I took to drinking alcohol heavily, even self-medicating with it at times. Alcohol is a natural depressant, so it was the last thing I needed in my life.
I didn't have a lot to do once I moved back into my parents home. I did have a lot of time to think though. I couldn't figure out why God would do that to me? Why would He give me depression? Why do things that this come into our lives and turn them upside down. I couldn't go to college. I couldn't make myself keep a job, and was averaging only a few months at each. Why? Why me? What was I going to do with my life now?
With the help of medicine and exercising with my mom, I started to get a little better. I still wanted to lay around all day a sleep, but at least my emotions weren't so dramatically up and down. I began to lose weight (through the side effects of my medicine, exercising, my mom's homemade meals, and less alcohol) and I began I feel happy about how I was looking again.
I wasn't going to go out for the St. Patrick's Day festivities in Butte that year of 2003, but my big sister and some of her friends decided to come in from Missoula and they invited me out. I decided to give it a shot. I met Chad at the M and M bar that night. After meeting me, he missed his ride home with friends so that he could get to know me better. My mom came to pick me up later that night (as I had some how lost my sister and her friends) and I had her give Chad a ride home too.
I know some guys don't really call you the day after you give them your number, but Chad did. And I was glad. We got to know each other better on the phone for a few days, and then we started hanging out and dating after that.
I began to get myself off of the couch every day and do something...so that when I saw Chad or talked to him on the phone later and he asked me what I had done that day, I would have a better answer than "nothing".
I was never really depressed that first month of dating. I was in the love bubble. But after about a month, I had an off-day and started a fight with Chad over nothing. Luckily, I had managed to find one of the greatest guys in the entire world; so when I told him about how I have been dealing with depression and that sometimes I still get caught up in it, he was understanding and forgiving.
After years together, he knows how to deal with me when I am in one of my moods. I remove myself from the room until I calm down. And after years, my medicine keeps me so that as long as I am taking it, I don't get depressed...and exercise helps too.
So why did God give me depression? It was His way of bringing me to Chad. I first went to college in Hawaii....but depression brought me back to Montana. I intended on finishing college closer to home...but depression made it so I had to move back to Butte. So I just happened to be living in Butte, when I wouldn't have been otherwise, when I met the man of my dreams and my partner for life.
Chad, you are my best friend. I thank God all of the time for giving my depression so that I could meet you. My life has been so happy since I met you and I know that it will be until my dying days. I love you.