I did something very much like lectio divina this week. I read Sharon Garlough Brown’s Shades of Light.
I requested Shades of Light on Netgalley because I had read and loved the Sensible Shoes series. As soon as I started reading, I knew that this book would rock my world in a way I hadn't expected.
I am Wren. Wren is me. I wanted to be a social worker. I went to grad school to prepare for my career. Depression and anxiety found a home inside. Actually, that's not quite accurate. The depression and anxiety I had lived with as long as I can remember overcame me.
I didn't want to be a burden, but I couldn't function in vital ways. My relationships either faded away or went up in a blazing pain.
If this book had existed then, I might have found hope in Christ more easily. I might have believed in the power of one who comes alongside. I might have believed in the power of community.
I've read a handful of novels that captured mental illness in a way I could relate to. This is on the top of my list.