Granny says she’s
depressed.
Okay, she’s not my
granny, and she’s probably not actually depressed either. There’s a chance she
is, but in all likelihood she’s grieving, not depressed.
There is a difference.
You see, her husband
of many decades went to be with the Lord earlier this year. Her ongoing grief
is natural and appropriate; in fact, if at this stage she were said to be feeling
fine and spending her time internet shopping for a new partner, the gossips
among us would be even more troubled.
But I point this out
because where sadness is concerned, our thinking is very muddled these days.