A Coincidence

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Viernes may have depression but she did not try to commit suicide in the car accident. That does not mean anyone believes her though. And that certainly makes life difficult.

Submitted: November 03, 2014

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Chapter 1

 

“Aren’t you hungry?” Aunt Kayla asked me as she watched me stir my cereal around the bowl.

“Not really,” I replied. Every bite I had to force down and then force it to stay there.

“You used to have quite the appetite, Vie,” Aunt Kayla commented.

Vie (pronounced Vee) is actually short for Viernes, the Spanish word for Friday. My mom took a Spanish class and thought that Viernes was such a beautiful word that she gave me the name. Then, she left me in the care of Kayla, and I was left with the dumb name.

“I’m not a growing teenager, anymore,” I reminded Kayla. “I’m seventeen years old.”

“You haven’t had much of an appetite at all lately though. Are you having body image problems?”

“Absolutely not,” I said irritably. I forced another bite down just to show her that weight was not a problem.

“You just haven’t seemed much like yourself, lately, Viernes. You aren’t eating; you are always tired. What is going on? I can try to help you if you will just tell me.”

“Nothing is wrong!”

“I would make you see a doctor but I don’t think they would find anything.”

Like she knew anything!

“I’m going to school,” I said as I pushed my almost full bowl away and stood up.

I went to my room and grabbed my backpack and went to the door.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Kayla asked as she handed me my math book.

“Thanks,” I said as I took the book and put it in my backpack.

“Did you even finish your homework?” Kayla asked.

“Yes,” I lied. I would try to get it done before class. I just wasn’t able to concentrate last night on my homework.

“Goodbye,” Kayla said before I went out the door.

I got in my car and headed off to school.

Yes, I thought. Kayla really didn’t know anything.

The thing is, a doctor could probably figure out what was wrong with me. I was able to figure out what was going on and I am no doctor. I didn’t want help though. That’s why I was glad that Kayla was going to leave me alone.

I figured out that I was depressed about a month ago. Like Kayla, I was confused about what was going on in my life. I was having trouble sleeping and I had no appetite. I also had very little interest in things I used to enjoy, such as school. There was also this overwhelming feeling of sadness.

A couple of searches on Google quickly gave me an answer. An answer that was unexpected and unwelcome but something I was just going to have to accept.

Living with depression hasn’t been easy, especially now that people are beginning to notice. I am not eating and I am not getting my homework done because I can’t concentrate.

Everyday, I struggle to find the motivation to live. I would probably have ended it all awhile ago if it weren’t for the fact that I am a Christian. As a Christian, I don’t believe in suicide. It is very tempting sometimes but I don’t want to make my last act on earth suicide. Ending life prematurely is like telling God you don’t care that He has plans for you.

All of a sudden, I pulled myself out of my thoughts and remembered that I was driving.

I mentioned before that I have difficulty concentrating.

Now though, I was heading right for a ravine! And there was no way that I could get back on the road!

 

Chapter 2

 

The first thing I was aware of was that every part of my body hurt. The next thing I was aware of were voices. They sounded like they were miles away though.

I wanted to open my eyes but they felt so heavy. I was used to waking up exhausted after tossing and turning all night but I had never felt like this.

The thing is, I couldn’t even remember what I was doing before I fell asleep.

I forced my eyes open and saw that I was definitely not in my room. If I had to guess, I would say that I was in the hospital.

I wanted to sit up but my body felt like it weighed a ton.

“Oh, good, you’re up,” a man in a white coat said as he came over to me. “I’m Dr. Sampson.”

“What happened?” I asked.

“You were in a car accident,” he replied.

I thought back to the last time I drove. It was slowly coming back. I had been on my way to school and I was having trouble concentrating. I couldn’t remember anything after that though.

“So do you remember what happened?” the doctor asked.

“I just remember going into the ravine,” I replied.

“Everyone is very puzzled about how you ended up in the ravine. There wasn’t ice. Was there another car or an animal?”

“I don’t know,” I lied.

“Well, I’m sure that the police will be by later to get some details from you. You will have to thank them as well. If they hadn’t seen the marks from your car head into the ravine, you never would have been found.”

“Was the accident bad?”

“You’re lucky that you only have the injuries you do. It could have been a whole lot worse.”

Judging by the pain I was in, I didn’t want to imagine how much worse it could be.

“What’s wrong with me?” I asked.

“Broken leg, internal injuries, and some cuts and bruises. You should eventually return to your usual self.”

He began shining a bright light in my eyes and I let my mind wander.

A part of me wished that I could have died in the accident. If it was as bad as the doctor made it sound like, than I really could have died.

Apparently God still wants me here on earth though. And I was just going to have to accept that.

 

Chapter 3

 

The doctor has just finished with me when Kayla burst in.

“Oh, Viernes, I’m so glad you are all right!”

She looked like she wanted to throw her arms around me but Dr. Sampson held out his hands to stop her. I was very glad for that because I was very sore.

“Sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up. I just stopped at the school to get your homework.”

“Oh, thanks,” I said as she put the pile of homework on the bedside table.

“The school also replaced your math book since that was in the car with you.”

“They were too kind,” I said sarcastically.

“So how are you feeling?” Kayla asked.

“I’ve been better.”

“We’ll get you some medicine soon,” the doctor said before leaving the room.

“Oh, Vie, I was so worried about you. When I got the call yesterday that you had been in an accident, all I could remember was that I had criticized you at breakfast.”

“How long was I asleep?” I asked.

“You were unconscious when you came in yesterday. You immediately went into surgery and didn’t get out until late yesterday afternoon. You have been asleep ever since.

“Vie, what I can’t understand is, what happened?”

“I must have lost control of the wheel,” I lied. “I don’t really remember much.”

“Vie, you are an excellent driver. Your driver’s ed teaching gave you the highest praise for your driving.”

“Accidents happen, Kayla.”

“It’s just, you have been acting a little weird lately.”

“That has nothing to do with the accident!” I didn’t want Kayla to talk to the doctors. It wouldn’t take them long to figure out that I was depressed.

“Viernes, I really hate to leave you, but I have to go to work.” Kayla looked relieved that I was now awake but a little sad that she had to leave me alone.

“I will be fine. I am seventeen years old.” Ever since I got depressed, I have wanted to be left alone a lot.

“Just promise me that you will get some homework done today,” Kayla begged. “Don’t just write.”

I really enjoy writing. It is one thing that I still do, despite my depression. In fact, I feel that my writing is better when I am depressed.

“Ok, ok.”

“I will see you later, Viernes. If you need anything, don’t be afraid to call me.”

“Ok.”

Aunt Kayla left the room and I adjusted the table so that it was right in front of me. I pushed aside my textbooks but pulled out my history notebook.

I turned to a blank page and picked up a pen.

I was writing a novel about a girl who was trying to move on with her life after attempting to kill herself.

 

The reason I was in a wheelchair was because of some stupid mistake.  I would have to pay for the mistake for the rest of my life.

See, it all started when my sister went off to school at the university. My mom worked everyday so after school, I was left by myself.

I started becoming dissatisfied with my life. I wasn’t eating or sleeping. I was sad all the time. I really saw no hope for the future.

One day, I took my car and drove really fast down a gravel road. I lost control of the wheel, just like I had planned. I went into a ravine.

Unfortunately, I didn’t die in the initial accident. I didn’t die in the ravine because someone saw the accident and was able to call for help. Finally, I came out of the coma I was in.

I had three chances to die and I didn’t.

 

“Who’s ready for their medicine?” a woman asked as she came into the room.

“Oh, I don’t want any medicine right now!” I protested.

The medicine would make me sleepy. I wouldn’t be able to finish the chapter I was writing. I wouldn’t remember everything I wanted to say by the time I woke up.

“You need your medicine now!” the woman said firmly.

“Couldn’t you just give me an hour? Maybe even just half an hour?”

“Sorry, Vyernes,” she said as she went to inject the syringe into my IV.

“It’s Viernes!” I said.

“Sorry.”

I picked up my pen to continue writing but the medicine was very strong. As I struggled to focus, my sentences were starting to look messy and my ideas were slurring together.

Eventually, I had to accept defeat and give in to sleep.

 

Chapter 4

 

The next time I awoke, I found Dr. Sampson and another guy standing at the end of the bed.

“Dr. Sanchez,” the second guy said.

“I think we need to talk,” Dr. Sampson said.

“About what?” I asked.

“About this,” Dr. Sanchez said as he held up my history notebook that was open to the story that I was writing.

“What are you doing with that?” I attempted to grab it out of his hands but it hurt too much. “That’s personal! You have no right to read it!”

“Viernes, we didn’t read it at first. Your aunt stopped by to see how you were doing. She saw your notebook open and checked to see if you were doing your homework.”

“She thought she was looking at your English assignment,” Dr. Sampson continued. “But after she finished, she realized that you were just doing some free writing. The writing disturbed her because you were writing about suicide. Then, she started making connections with how you have been acting. That’s when she talked to us.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about!” I lied angrily. “Give me my notebook back!”

“Viernes, we both think you know what is going on. The stuff you were writing about seemed very similar to what just happened to you!”

“I did not just try to kill myself!”

I hadn’t even realized that what I was writing was similar to what had just happened because they both involved car accidents. I had come up with the idea for this story a couple of months ago.

“Viernes, I think you know that you have been feeling depressed lately,” Dr. Sampson said gently.

“But that does not mean that I tried to kill myself!” I protested.

Oops! I had just admitted that I was depressed.

“The circumstances are certainly fishy,” Dr. Sanchez said.

“So basically what you are saying is that you don’t believe me?”

“If you knew you were depressed, why didn’t you tell someone?”

“Maybe I didn’t want to see a shrink or get put on happy pills!”

“Why are you writing about a girl who tried killing herself?” Dr. Sanchez asked. “Why is the character trying to end it all in a car accident?”

“I have been writing for years! Just ask my aunt. She has to remind me to put away my writing and get started on my homework.”

“Why is the character depressed?”

“Because I write about things that are familiar to me. Since I am experiencing depression right now, I decided to write about a character who is depressed.”

“Why did you have the character kill herself?”

“What’s with all these questions? Can’t a person just write for fun?”

“Answer the question, Viernes,” Dr. Sampson ordered.

“Fine! The character tried killing herself because otherwise there wouldn’t be much of a plot. It would just be about a girl who sat around staring into space because she is depressed. Boring!”

“And the car accident?”

“Just part of the story. If you would give me a chance, you would find that the character gives her life to God and becomes a Christian. Then, she vows to never take her life again.”

“And what caused your car accident?” Dr. Sampson asked.

“It was just an accident!” I protested. “It had nothing to do with the fact that I am depressed!

“Wait, maybe it did.”

The doctors looked at me expectantly.

“The accident was caused by my inability to concentrate.”

The doctors looked like they didn’t believe me.

“I’m a Christian!” I finally yelled. “I don’t believe in ending my life! God has plans for me!”

The doctors looked like they wanted to lock me up but instead, they asked me some questions about my depression symptoms and then they left.

I knew this wasn’t over though.

 

Chapter 5

 

“I thought you had to work,” I said when Kayla walked in my room right after lunch.

“I am now taking the rest of the week off,” she said haughtily as she took a seat by the bed.

“Why? The doctors said I would probably only be here until the end of the week. Besides the pain, I really am fine.”

“I think you know why I am here, Viernes.”

“And I suppose you have been talking to the doctors!” I said angrily.

“Since you won’t tell me anything, I have to get my information from someone!”

“The doctors didn’t figure it out; you did!”

“But they told me what you told them right after I figured out what was going on!”

“Whatever happened to doctor/patient confidentiality?”

“You’re a minor. We are trying to decide the best way to deal with this.”

“So you aren’t even going to ask for my side of the story? You are going to listen to the doctors?”

“Viernes, what am I supposed to think? You hid your depression from me. What really hurts me is that I asked you yesterday morning whether something was bothering you.”

“And you don’t think that it would be helpful to hear my side? I am the only one that knows what is going on in my brain.”

“There’s just something that is very fishy about this. I’m just having trouble believing that it is just a coincidence that you got in a car accident the same day you wrote about someone trying to kill themselves in a car accident.”

“Kayla, you just have to accept the fact that it is just a coincidence. You raised me to trust God. And suicide is definitely not trusting God.”

“So why didn’t you tell me anything?”

“Maybe I didn’t want to have to see a shrink or take pills to control my happiness.”

“I am still not sure what I should believe,” Kayla said slowly.

“Why don’t you believe me? You know me way better than the doctors.”

“Viernes, we have to figure out what to do about your depression though.”

“Why don’t you ask me what I would like to do?”

“Because we already know what you want to do. You would rather pretend that you aren’t depressed. You would rather ignore it.”

“I never said that! I didn’t say I wanted to pretend that I don’t have depression. I am acknowledging that I have depression by writing about it. I just don’t want to see a shrink or take happy pills.”

“Viernes, there aren’t a lot of other practical options for dealing with depression. We just can’t ignore it. If we do, it will just come back.”

“What if I don’t care? I am proving that I can live with depression.”

“The longer you have it, the greater your chances of trying to commit suicide.”

“So what are you saying I am going to have to do? I’m guessing you aren’t going to let me have much say in this?”

“Not after you avoided telling me that you were depressed. No, Dr. Sampson and Dr. Sanchez suggested that the four of us have a meeting later this afternoon to figure out what we should do.

“You will get to offer some input. Just know that we aren’t going to ignore this.”

“Whatever.”

I wanted to continue writing but I didn’t know if that would add to the drama. I finally decided the situation couldn’t get any worse so I opened my history notebook and continued writing.

 

Chapter 6

 

I hadn’t been writing all that long when Dr. Sampson came in.

“Don’t I get a moment’s break?” I asked irritably.

“Viernes!” Kayla said sternly.

“It’s all right, Ms. Agnew. Viernes has been through a lot.”

“I’m right here!” I reminded them. They already felt the need to talk about me behind my back. They didn’t need to do it in front of me.

Dr. Sampson took a seat on the other side of the bed so that Kayla and I could both see him.

“We need to figure out what we are going to do about the situation,” he said.

“Since it is my life, I think that I have the right to decide what should be done.”

“And what do you think we should do?” Dr. Sampson asked me.

“I think you should leave me alone. It will eventually go away.”

“Depression doesn’t work that way,” Dr. Sampson said patiently. “Depression is caused by a chemical imbalance in the brain. If left untreated, it will only get worse.”

“What’s wrong with being depressed? I already said that I am a Christian and therefore no danger to myself.”

“And that’s where you are wrong, Viernes,” Dr. Sampson said. “You said the reason you were in an accident was because you couldn’t concentrate.”

“How do you know that depression was the reason why I couldn’t concentrate? Maybe I was nervous for a test that day.”

“Viernes, we asked you a bunch of questions earlier today. The answers you gave us said that you are depressed. You already knew that though.”

“So what?”

“Viernes, you need to deal with your depression. You are a risk to yourself and others.”

“You can either work with us to find a solution or I will decide for you.” Kayla spoke for the first time since Dr. Sampson started the discussion.

Since I didn’t like any of the choices, I waited for Kayla or Dr. Sampson to speak.

“What do you recommend, Dr. Sampson?” Kayla asked. “Would it be better to have her go to a psychiatric hospital?”
“No way!”

“Viernes, let Dr. Sampson give his opinion. He has had experience with these matters.”

I shut up and waited to be told that I needed to be locked up.

“I don’t believe that will be necessary,” Dr. Sampson said. “If Viernes had been trying to kill herself, than it would be something to consider.”

I let out the breath I had been holding.

“I think medication and a psychiatrist would be best.”

“Why not just one?” I protested.

“Viernes, antidepressants take awhile to work.”

“So then skip the antidepressants. I will just take the psychiatrist.”

“Viernes, let Dr. Sampson speak.”

“I can’t make you take the medication, Viernes. I would like it if you would though.”

Kayla shot me a look that clearly told me that if I didn’t take it than she would be shoving it down my throat.

“I will have the psychiatrist come talk to you tomorrow,” Dr. Sampson said as he stood up.

“Thank you,” Kayla said as he left.

 

Chapter 7

 

“Good morning.”

A young man with spiky hair wearing a Hawaiian shirt entered my room the next morning.

“Good morning,” Kayla said cheerfully. She had spent the night at the hospital. I think she did so because she doesn’t trust me.

“I am Dr. Spark,” he said as he shook first mine, and than Kayla’s hands.

“Kayla,” she said. “And this is my niece, Viernes.”

“Friday!” he said excitedly.

I rolled my eyes.

“I am a psychiatrist at the hospital,” Dr. Spark said. “I am going to work with Viernes.”

“I will be back later than,” Kayla said as she left the room.

“So, Viernes, tell me a little about yourself,” Dr. Spark said.

“Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself,” I retorted. “I don’t even know you.” 

“All right,” he said good naturedly. “I have a two year old daughter named Eden and I have been married to my wife, Ember for over four years. I am a psychiatrist here at the hospital.”

“So am I going to have to continue seeing you when I get released from the hospital?” I asked.

Dr. Spark seemed like a nice guy, despite his crazy appearance. I just wanted to be aware of everything that is happening.

“No, I only work with patients while they are at the hospital. But I am going to recommend a psychiatrist to you before you leave.”

“Then why do I need to meet with you at all?”

“I am going to use the information I learn about you to find you a compatible psychiatrist.”

Why did I need a compatible psychiatrist? I doubted that we would ever be friends.

“I know seeing a psychiatrist can be embarrassing at your age. Mental illnesses such as depression are actually more common that you think.”

“And I’m sure my friends will really accept that explanation,” I said sarcastically.

“Viernes, the world is made of all kinds of people. Some people have medical problems such as cancer or heart problems that require a lot of visits to a doctor. A mental illness is the same way.”

“Except a lot more embarrassing.”

“You can hide the fact that you have depression, as I’m sure you are well aware of.”

“And I would have succeeded if Kayla hadn’t invaded my privacy!”

“So how exactly did you end up living with your aunt?” Dr. Spark asked. I could tell that he was trying to get back to learning more about me.

“My mom dumped me on her right after I was born. She gave me my stupid name and then left.”

“Have you had any contact with her?”

“None at all.”

“Do you know who your father is?”

“No.”

“Are you and Kayla close?”

“We used to be until I got depressed and then I just wanted to be left alone.”

“Why didn’t you tell her what was wrong? You figured out that you were depressed, right?”

“Right. I researched my symptoms on the internet. It didn’t take very long to figure out that I was depressed. I didn’t tell her though because I didn’t want to take pills or see a shrink.”

“Don’t you want a normal, happy life?”

“I want a normal happy life. I don’t want a life where happiness is fake because of the medicine I am taking.”

“It isn’t fake happiness, Viernes. The reason you are depressed is because the chemicals in your brain are messed up. An antidepressant will get the chemicals in your brain to work normally so that you can feel happy again.”

“But isn’t there an increased risk of suicide when you are on antidepressants?”

“There can be. That’s why you will be seeing a psychiatrist as well.”

“I’m no danger to myself or others. I am a Christian.”

“Then God must have plans for you to get help if He let your aunt find your writing. He wants you to get help.”

I wanted to argue but then I thought that maybe Dr. Spark had a point. I couldn’t argue with God’s plans.

Ever since I became a Christian at the age of fourteen, I vowed to live according to God’s plans, whatever they may be. So I guess that means I need to accept everything that is going on in my life right now.

 

Chapter 8

 

A few days later, I was sent home with several bottles of pills, including an antidepressant, and an appointment with a different psychiatrist.

Kayla was silent on the way home. She hadn’t said much the entire week either. She hadn’t left my side though so I knew that she didn’t trust me. I wondered if she would trust me at home.

We arrived home and Kayla helped me inside.

“You work on your homework until lunch,” she said firmly. “You will be going to school tomorrow.”

I slumped down on the couch and took one look at the pile of homework beside me.

Kayla had been pestering me to do my homework all week. She was constantly checking my notebook to make sure that I was not writing.

I opened my math book and stared at the page of problems. Every assignment has thirty problems and I had four assignments to do.

What really was the point of doing math? I wasn’t going to know how to do the assignments anyway.

I was getting very tempted to start writing. My brain was telling me that I should turn to a clean page in my notebook and write instead.

I knew that Kayla would be checking my homework before lunch so I forced myself to look at the first problem.

I found myself pretending that I was the character in my novel, struggling to understand math after switching schools. I thought about how after awhile, her homework would be piling up and she would become overwhelmed. Eventually, she would realize that she is depressed again.

“Vie, are you ready for lunch?”

I looked up from my notebook. Kayla was standing in front of me.

I looked down at my notebook and realized that I had been writing. I quickly tried to hide my notebook but Kayla was too quick for me.

“Viernes!” she exclaimed when she looked at the notebook.

“In my defense, I did try to do my assignment,” I said as I pointed to the first problem.

“Vie, I said no writing!”

“And I really didn’t mean to write!”

Aunt Kayla just shook her head and went into the kitchen.

I got my crutches and slowly made my way into the kitchen.

Kayla silently put a sandwich in front of me.

I really wanted to eat it so that Kayla wouldn’t be mad at me. Unfortunately, I was feeling a lot like I did before the accident.

“Something wrong with the sandwich?” Kayla asked.

“I’m just not very hungry.”

“Not this again!” Kayla said angrily. “You know, I think this whole depression thing is over exaggerated!”

I had done research about people who believe that depression isn’t real. Those people believe that a person just needs to snap out of depression and stop being sad.

“Why would I voluntarily be sad?” I asked angrily. “If you had a choice between being sad or happy, what would you choose?”

“Obviously I would choose to be happy. That is why I have never been ‘depressed’!” She put finger quotations around the word.

“Whatever, Kayla,” I said as I stood up. “I don’t have to discuss this with you.”

“Where are you going?”

“Away from here! I will go somewhere that I can write and be surrounded my people who believe that depression is a real illness.”

“So in other words, you want to go to a psychiatric hospital?”

“At least it gets me away from you!”

I went into the living room and put my math notebook in my backpack. Then, I did my best to storm out the door on crutches.

 

Chapter 9

 

The only place I could think about going was to the library. Maybe after a few hours, I might be calm enough and be able to return home. Hopefully, I would be because I didn’t have anywhere else to go.

I pulled out my math notebook and a pen. The next chapters were going to be about the main character making friends with some Christians and starting to show an interest in a relationship with God.

Sometimes, I often imagined myself living the life of my characters. Their lives seemed better than mine, despite their depression or other problems.

I didn’t know how long I was there, just writing. All of a sudden though, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder.

I looked up and saw Kayla behind me.

“Mind if I sit down?” she asked quietly.

I shook my head. I looked at her and waited for her to begin. I had calmed down enough that I could probably go home but I didn’t know if I was ready to talk to her after she had pretty much said that there is no such thing as depression.

“I want to apologize for what I said earlier,” she said quietly. “I was angry and I said some things that were hurtful.”

“But you must have meant them,” I protested. “Usually what people say during arguments is what they believe to be true.”

“I did believe that depression could be controlled through willpower. I was wrong though.”

“What made you change your mind?” I wasn’t sure if I was ready to believe her.

“It was actually what you said about how a person doesn’t wish to be sad.”

“How did you know I was here?”

“This is about the only place within walking distance where you can hang out for several hours.”

“Why didn’t you come right after me when you realized I was here?”

“I figured we both needed some time to cool off. So I came in and did some research about depression.”

“Learn anything good?”

“I’m sure you know everything that I learned. But Vie, we will get through this together.”

“Thanks,” I said as I embraced Kayla in a hug.

Even though I still did not want to be treated for my depression, I knew that I couldn’t go my whole life with it. So at least I would have Kayla’s support through it all.

 

Chapter 10

 

“I’m Dr. Harris,” my new psychiatrist said. “Are you Vyernes?”

“First of all, my name is Viernes. It is the Spanish word for Friday.”

“Sorry about that. Names can be difficult to pronounce at times.”

“Tell me about it. People have been pronouncing my name wrong forever. Maybe it wouldn’t bother be so much if I was actually from a Spanish speaking country. But I am not!

“Maybe it also wouldn’t be so bad if I had the name ‘Friday’ instead of Viernes.”

“So your name is an issue with you. Have you talked to your parents about why they named you what they did?”

“I live with my Aunt Kayla because my mom dumped me right after I was born.”

“So you have never met your mom or dad?”

“Exactly.”

“So tell me when your depression started and how you ended at this point.”

“I guess I realized a couple of months ago that I wasn’t acting myself. A couple of clicks on the internet showed me that I was depressed.

“I went about my life fine until my depression interfered with my ability to concentrate while driving. I ended up in a bad accident and spent a week in the hospital.

“While I was in the hospital, I was working on a novel that I was writing about a girl who had depression and tried to kill herself in a car accident.

“Unfortunately, when I fell asleep, my aunt read it and thought that I had tried killing myself in the car accident.”

There, I had told him enough. I didn’t need to tell him anything else.

“And according to the record I was given by Dr. Spark, you are not here voluntarily?”

“Nope.”

“”If you know you have depression, than why don’t you want help?”

“I don’t want to tell some stranger my problems. I also don’t want my happiness to be dependent on pills.”

“If you don’t get treatment though, your depression will just get worse. And do you know what that would mean?”

“I am no risk to myself or others though. I am a Christian. God has plans for me!”

“Do those plans include depression or do they include you getting well?”

“Have you ever had a patient that looks at depression as a gift?”

“And how do you see depression as a gift?”

“Having depression has given me another topic to write about. Remember, I said that the character in my book was depressed? Because I am depressed, I am able to relate to the character and describe how she is feeling.”

“And what happens when you finish the book? Are you still going to want to be depressed?”

“If that is how God wants to use me.”

Dr. Harris looked like he wanted to give up on me. I would be fine with that. The sooner I could get out of here, the sooner I could continue writing.

Maybe it wasn’t Dr. Harris’s fault. Maybe he couldn’t relate to teenagers very well. Maybe he couldn’t understand Christians very well.

“That’s it!” I said excitedly.

“What are you talking about?”

“God revealed His next plan for me!”

“Does that include depression?” he asked hesitantly.

“No. Instead, He wants me to start sort of a support group for teenagers who are depressed.”

“I don’t think you are qualified to give advice to depressed patients.”

“I know that. My idea is to have more of a support group. Maybe once a week teenagers who are depressed can get together to meet with others that are depressed. Maybe than they won’t feel all alone in the world.

“This group will have a Christian emphasis so every week we will meet to just be supportive of one another.”

“I think you might be on to something!” Dr. Harris said excitedly as he took out a piece of paper to take some notes.

 

Chapter 12

 

A few weeks later, it was about time for my first support group to start.

I was a bit worried that nobody would show up. Dr. Harris had invited all his patients and I had put up posters at school and around the city.

“Would you just relax?” Dr. Harris asked me as we set up chairs.

“What if nobody shows up?”

“I already know some of my patients are coming. They, like you, want to have the support of teenagers.”

I really didn’t know why I was so worried. God had given me the idea and I had been praying about it for several weeks. It was now in God’s hands.

“Is this the teenage depression support group?” a girl asked at the door.

“Yeah!” I said excitedly. “Come in!”

A few minutes later, nearly all the chairs were full and Dr. Harris went in search of more.

After everyone had finally taken a seat, I knew that it was time to begin.

“Hello, my name is Viernes and I welcome you to the first ever teenage depression support group.

“I found out that I was depressed a couple of months ago. I realized that God was able to work through my depression in several ways though. First, I was able to write a Christian novel about a girl who had depression. Then, I was given the idea that maybe other teenagers would like to have the support of other teenagers who were also feeling depressed.

I realize that none of us are psychiatrists, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t help each other through this difficult time. Everything is going to be alright. Maybe not today, but someday.”

There were several cheers after I said that encouraging note.

“This group will focus on a Christian support through depression. So, to begin, I thought we would go over some examples of people in the Bible who were depressed. God was still able to use them, despite a mental illness.”

I passed out a paper that had the names of every one of people in the Bible who were depressed and where it could be found in the Bible.

 

Depression in the Bible

  • Abraham (Genesis 15)
  • Jonah (Chapter 4)
  • Job
  • Elijah (1 Kings 19)
  • King Saul (1 Samuel 16:14-23)
  • Jeremiah
  • David

 

“All these people were depressed. Now, I want all of you to break into groups. First, get to know ea


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