The distress of our child’s depression was a tribulation my husband and I never imagined for our family. That our child would suffer in ways unseen, through caverns of mental turmoil, beneath the weight of a darkness we cannot lift; that we would find ourselves in this place without warning — unexpectedly, surprisingly, confusingly. We weren’t prepared.
A child’s depression may feel like his own isolating burden, but make no mistake: the shock waves unsettle every branch of the living family tree. One cannot parent a child through depression and walk away unscathed, unchallenged, or unsympathetic to the plight of fellow families who cry, “O Lord, that we would find ourselves in this place and know not what to do!”
We found ourselves frantically crying out to God, mimicking the urgency of King Jehoshaphat’s distress: “We are powerless against this great horde that is coming against us. We do not know what to do, but our eyes are on you” (2 Chronicles 20:12).
We do not know what to do, but our eyes are on you.
A child’s depression may feel like his own isolating burden, but make no mistake: the shock waves unsettle every branch of the living family tree. One cannot parent a child through depression and walk away unscathed, unchallenged, or unsympathetic to the plight of fellow families who cry, “O Lord, that we would find ourselves in this place and know not what to do!”
We found ourselves frantically crying out to God, mimicking the urgency of King Jehoshaphat’s distress: “We are powerless against this great horde that is coming against us. We do not know what to do, but our eyes are on you” (2 Chronicles 20:12).
We do not know what to do, but our eyes are on you.














