One day while I was in college, while I was walking back to my apartment after class, I realized something: I felt terrible.
I was tired, and lonely, and heavy, and drained. I was just … weak. Weak all over.
Why am I feeling like this? I asked myself as I walked. And why do I feel like this so often? More important, what can I do to make it go away?
And then I had an idea.
It was just a little idea, and very insignificant, and I didn’t really think that it would work. Still, I clung to it with the desperation a truly depressed person sometimes feels.
I decided to get a mantra.
I didn’t call it that, of course. (Christians don’t have mantras, don’tcha know.) But all the way home, I repeated a single sentence to myself, and it was a very wonderful and simple sentence—one of the most wonderful and simple sentences there is—and it was this:
“Thank you God.”
I said it over and over again as I walked, and by the time I got home, I felt better. Much better, even.
It was a discovery. One I recommend.