Praying for Luck

depression

With a small d.  It doesn’t deserve a capital.  It’s this deep dark place where apathy lives.  That is where The Hub resides on a regular basis.  Days he can’t get out of bed.  Days where he doesn’t want to see his kids.  Days where I am being told what a failure of a wife I am.  Those days are depression days.  Those are the days the little asshole gives the meds the finger and the world collapses.  Not around him, but on top of him.  The world buries him in a blanket of black from which escape always seems impossible.

But those days go away again.  We are lucky.  They don’t last.  Sometimes we go through months of depression and sometimes only a day or two at a time.  We are lucky that it always ends.  For so many it doesn’t. For many it only ends when they end it themselves in the worst possible way imaginable.  I pray for our luck to keep.

It seems an odd thing to pray for luck.  The two terms are almost mutually exclusive.  But in a household where one is religious and the other not, it seems fitting somehow.  

Dear God, please let our luck keep.

Amen