I know how you feel–I have been there. Then I start feeling sorry for myself for feeling sorry for myself, and the whole cycle feeds on itself. Then I’ve got frustration on top of the depression. When someone would ask me what was wrong, I would say, “Everything and nothing.” I had no better answer. I would think, “I have everything going for me. Why am I still so unhappy?” And then the guilt would step in. I would think, “I know I should be grateful, but I’m just not.” And like Suzy said, prayer is good for your mind and soul even if it accomplishes nothing else. Well, I still think prayer never fails, even if we don’t “feel” it. But when I’m depressed, I do have problems in my prayer life, and in my relationship with the Lord. Usually because I do feel so guilty. I think, like, I should be so grateful that I’m alive, that my boys are healthy, etc. but I’m just not. I don’t WANT to be depressed. I’m not TRYING to be depressed. I would LOVE to get out of this “mood.” And all the other things that we get accused of. But still, it’s there. It’s like a coat that you put on. Only you can’t take it off when you want to. It’s got a mind of its own. At those times, the only thing I can do is WAIT IT OUT. I just don’t have a choice. No matter what I do, that sad feeling is still there. And even if I can’t find a real reason for it, it’s still there. So I wait. And try to positive self talk as much as I can, reminding myself that I’ve been thru this, and usually much worse, before, and I’ll get thru this too. And I try to have patience, because there’s no telling how long it’ll last. But since there really is nothing you can do about it anyway, you may as well resign yourself to the fact that you are going to have to just wait it out. It WILL eventually pass. You might try saying that– “This too shall pass.” I think I said that about a gazillion times. But it did pass. These days the depression still comes (usually at the most unlikely of times), and goes as it likes, and all I can do is get thru it a day at a time, sometimes an hour at a time, reminding myself that “this too shall pass,” and that I’ve gotten thru it before. I’m still waiting for my miracle, too. I may not be patient, but I still have hope.