DiaDevos: The origin of Creative depression
The origin of I can’t was to say no to things we couldn’t do at the time not to dismantle the task we were sent to fulfill. Yes, I believe in creative depression I believe that the absence of fulfilling what we are created to do has caused many of us to sink into generational depression cycles of mothers and fathers’ daughters and sons spinning on a merry go round of becoming what they are told to be and not what they are called to be.
It is religious generations that have told young minds and hearts evolving that they can’t be what they dream about profusely because it isn’t in the bible. I’m talking about doctors, lawyers, actors, dancers, comedians, politicians, artist. Yet somehow, they missed that many of the people who love God and followed Jesus used their talents and gifts to enhance the kingdom. Then there is the lie that we haven’t arrived if we only star in a small theater and not on warner brothers, if we sing in a coffee shop and not in front of thousands. If we work pro bono and not in the mainstream, we are throwing away years of investment if we teach dance in our little studio at home rather than at Alvin Ailey. How soon forget that God can use us anywhere he just needs a willing vessel.
The lack of support and the weight of other peoples visions for us drowns us, and not everyone was taught to swim against a current of discouragement, disbelief, and lies. Some drown in them and plead for their life, and it seems the life raft is only supplied by the one who believes that your dream is juvenile and unprofitable. So, you make a deal to follow the advice of the one holding the life raft because you don’t want to die this way. This is the beginning of creative depression, years of agony smiling only on the outside, climbing your way to the top but always knowing that you are not working in your calling. And all the time your heart wonders will we ever get off this ship will we ever return the raft to the one who caused us to turn from our passion and hope. Will we learn how to swim through the current of discouragement, disbelief, and lies, knowing that God is waiting on the other side willing to guide us step by step. Or will we remain here always wondering always wishing and gazing on others live out their truth? Remember this:
Hope deferred makes the heart sick,
but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life.
My hope is to get us all thinking about what we are genuinely here for time is precious, and we must steward it well. And we mustn't let ourselves, fears, anxiety, depression, or people stop us from doing what God has stowed in us to influence so many.