How I overcame depression.

I was down. For years. Some of my friends told me I ought to be on medicine for it. I was to the point of suicidal. But I'm not anymore. Why? So glad you asked.
I used to walk around thinking I deserved the worst anyone could throw at me. I'd heard it all my life. I deserved an eternity of suffering and more. I carried that with me, not really understanding what it meant. Because of that I sought out being hurt, and hurt myself. I told myself I deserved it.
Then one day, as I sat humming songs that popped into my head. The song that caught my attention was "Unworthy."
"Unworthy am I of the Grace that He gave. Unworthy to hold to His hand. Amazed that a King would reach down to a slave. This Love I can not understand. Unworthy. Unworthy. A beggar in bondage and alone. But HE MADE ME WORTHY and now by His grace, His mercy has made me His own."

It wasn't a snap and I was all different, though it was. From the moment I realized I no longer "Deserve" eternal suffering, I was able to hold to this, and slowly change my thinking.
Granny commented the other day that I hadn't "Been in one of those moods" in a long while. And I don't think I ever will be again.

I used to hammer myself of sins I've done. And the one that always got to me the most was when, like Eve, I was tricked into it. A few people have told me that being raped wasn't a sin *I* committed. They told me I was still a virgin until it was my choice to not be. I never could believe this. Even before I accepted Christ, I knew it was still a sin. This haunted me until I knew it, too, is covered by His blood.
He paid the price for all sins, even, and maybe especially, those committed without knowing.